Most of the time I enjoy my job/role as a mother/housewife/bottom-wiper in chief. 90% of the time anyway. But days like today, when The Husband came in from work to find me lying, defeated, on the playroom floor while The Boy gently kicked my head from his position on the sofa and the baby used me as a trampoline (the older girls were "playing" pushing), dogs unwalked because The Boy was ill and off school, yesterday's washing unsorted in the sitting room, with today's piled on top of it - I long for the peace of working in a class room of 8 year olds.
It's been quite a tough couple of days actually - The Boy has been sickening/ill and has thrown several impressive tantrums. One of them today involved me removing him from the car and setting him on the side of the road because he refused to do his seatbelt up, and when I did it up, he undid it again. After half a minute of screaming (from him I might add, I had my temper just about in check), I let him back in the car, he did his seatbelt up and we were able to continue on our way, but it was draining nonetheless. The Baby has also been a touch trying with several tantrums of her own - unusual for her really, but she's learning from the best. When she's not throwing tantrums, she's emptying the kitchen cupboards, or escaping up the stairs, or taking or the DVDs off the shelves. The Feral One has weed on the sofa several times and The Eldest has been very Aspergic (that's not even a real word, but it sums her up). Added to that a course of antibiotics for me and The Husband returning to work after a week off and any old ladies who tell me to "enjoy every minute" are likely to get their eyes poked out.
Of course, I know that I won't return to work, not yet anyway. Childcare costs for 4 children under 7 would wipe out my salary, not to mention paying someone to come in and walk the dogs. Getting nutritious meals on the table is hard enough when I have all day to prepare them, god knows how I would manage it if I were out all day.
Most importantly for me though, 90% of the time I really do feel genuinely grateful that I can spend these years at home with my babies. I try to remember this through the tougher times. Tomorrow is another day, lets hope that it's a bit more successful than this one.