I hear you.
I’m on maternity leave and you can forget all of the lovely relaxing wholesome images of being on maternity leave, with the coffee dates, lunch out, baby classes and hobbies. I want to go back to my stressful and demanding job for a break.
I have a 5 year old who needs everything. There’s school, the ‘homework’, the extra stuff, parent volunteer stuff (I am at home afterall!) the after school/weekend activities, the play dates, the birthday parties, the I need/want now now now. It’s making sure she has clean clothes, she’s drunk enough water (anybody else’s child hell bent on destroying their kidneys?!), mealtimes that take forever, sorting out which uniforms for which and making them available. Keeping her clean.
Then there’s the baby. People ask if she’s ‘good’ and she is, I guess, apart from the feeding all night (last night), the colic, the reflux, the no napping in the day, the endless nappies and she needs washing done too. Sometimes I forget to bath her - must try harder and remember to bath the baby regularly she needs to be kept clean too! Must also remember her appointments, GP, HV.... and I should be socialising her right? Better do the baby groups a few times a week too. One of the leaders at one particular baby group likes to remind everyone with a tinkly laugh that we should remember to do tummy time and read to our babies every day....
The dog, she needs walking, feeding and fussing. Thank goodness she doesn’t need clothes but she’s long haired and moults so the hoover is constantly in use.
And then there’s the fact that I haven’t actually stopped working. In addition to my stressful and demanding job I am on maternity leave from, DH and I own our own business and I can’t just check out of that. There’s still marketing and admin to get involved with, the endless run downs from DH, the problem sharing and solving, the feeding the baby in the middle of the night and thinking of new issues and ideas. The constant worry thy comes with owning your own business and the breadwinner being self employed.
And then:
The washing (DH and I need clean clothes too!)
The cleaning
Mustn’t let DDs sunflowers die
Check in with much younger DSis who’s in a tough situation and worry about her incessantly. Help her out as much as possible. I.e several times a week.
The shopping
The endless cooking
The constant fielding of ‘when are you coming to visit?’ ‘Let’s go for coffee’ ‘let’s meet up’ the general demands on my time from family that never supports and friends that Just. Don’t. Get. It - no, I can’t meet for coffee dates 3 times a week because I’ve got shit to do!!
And my return to work date is looming....
As long as no one gets ill or we get blindsided by an unwanted life event, the plates keep spinning...just....