The two weeks I’ve been at home on holiday haven’t really been a holiday.
Sharing a home with two busy kids has been crazy. You know that thing that people love saving? That people without kids love saying. You know, about how being on holiday allows you to sleep late. About resting all day long. About reading books all the time.
You all know that’s bullshit, right? But I can’t blame you for assuming the impossible – you don’t have kids, therefore you don’t know what privileges you lose.
The last two weeks at home haven’t brought me anything but less sleep, more cleaning, less eating and small meltdowns. I think I’ve spent more time wearing my PJ’s than anything else.
It feels like I’m back on maternity leave. Staying at home all day, with kids; cleaning and cooking. As much as I love being at home, I hate the fact that I don’t get any time for myself. Just to take a moment to breathe. Take a moment to have a thought in silence.
Tomorrow I’m going to feel like a human being again.