An example of a conversation in my house last night.
DH: Bill’s boy does football on a Sunday morning, we should sign DS up.
Me: No. The kids do enough clubs and I’m not committing to another one.
DH: I think it would be really good for him because of x, y and z.
Me: Absolutely no way. I have no space for another club.
DH: But….
Me (explodes): It’s not just the club, its the uniform and the WhatsApp group and the messages and the drop offs and the parent participation and bring a toilet roll this day and attend this concert at this time and pay these subs and make sure this kit is clean and don’t forget the snack and all of that falls on me. Not you. Not the kids. On me.
Silence.
Anyone relate? Why do I need to spell it out? It’s not 50:50 in this house unlike some of the perfect families on here. DH has a full on job and I’m part time so it all falls to me. Yes, he may collect from a club once or twice a week if after 7pm but all the remembering and organising and keeping on top of the comms, that’s on me. I’m at max capacity. There’s no room for anything else. And yet if I suggest dropping a club it’s like I’m the worst and mum guilt creeps in and I see Barbara from down the road juggling it all successfully and why can’t I?
And breathe.