the centre of my universe
the centre of my universe is me. when i want a good sh*g i get one. my dh is forever doing things for me - running upstairs for something i forgot, he opens car doors and brews up constantly. thats not why i love him ofcourse i can't wuite put my finger on that one. but i would sacrifice him ( or me) in a second for the kids. my family on the whole work around me. sometimes out of necessity - i do a lot of evening meetings. dh does 70% of anything child related or domestic. this is becuase i am terminally lazy.
i didnt much like my kids when they were little. but i love them to bits now. i do go out of my way for them - dont get me wrong, but not often. but i fight for them becuase i wont see them wronged.
its rough having me as a mum. no one can speak to me in the morning its forbidden before at least 3 cups of coffee.
similarly i cannot deal with the stream of enquiries " i need 1.50 for a new art book"
"i need £1 for mufty day"
"me too"
"i need £.50p for a new book cover"
"i need to do a collage"
"me too"
"i need cooking ingrediants"
... when i get home from work til at least another two cups of coffee.
my kids dont come first on a day to day basis. i do. all their needs are met. love is abound and their lives are more important than mine ofcourse. you will find me in tesco at 10.30pm looking for yeast for bread making in cooking tomorrow. but not often
but i do long for the day when they leave home and i can spend even more time with me.i won't do babysitting for grandchildren and will never knit a bootee. i shall be off on holiday whilst they are complaining on mumsnet about how their mum doesn't take an interest in their children.
i think in essence this lady is a fuck wit but there are a couple of odours from this article that ring true.
that children dont always come first and even though sometimes they do is not compulsory they should.
that husbands are nice when you have a good one and a good sh*g is pretty key ( to me) and its nice to be able to share a worry so two people can worry.
and finally i think she was rebelling against professional motherhood. there are so many mums who forget themselves in favour of this professional persuit. aiming for perfection. which is ( it seems to me) so prevelent an ideal in america - the 2.4 kids, happy photos , baking biscuits and high level of school involvement. this ideal i have noticed is permeating our society too. and lets face it, its unobtainable bollocks.