As I got home from work an hour or so ago, I settled down with a cup of coffee and my ipad, intending to check a few emails before heading off to do the groceries. We have been on the Gold Coast for the last four days (two longer than expected, if there hadn’t been a washing machine in the apartment, this tale would be even more dire), and, laid low with a heavy cold, I studiously ignored the unpacking left to be done, the chaos from the pre-daycare-run breakfast, a basket of washing to be hung out (who knew a committed shop-o-phobe could be cured by birthing two really cute kids), and a bag of rubbish bound for the big bins on my way out.
At the top of my email list was Em’s post at The Beetleshack: “My Life is a Recalcitrant Toddler“. I love the word recalcitrant. Anyway, Em details all the lovely and not-so-lovely things in her day that is filled with three small children. Jammed firmly in the trenches of hardcore parenting, Em has a knack for documenting the delight as well as the downright dreariness of the endless hamster wheel that is motherhood with a cheeky yet beautiful voice. Her days are just like a toddler, she says. Sometimes earnest and beautiful and slaps your heart straight up, other times muddy, snotty and obstinate.
At the end, she asked her readers if their lives are like toddlers too – are our faces, cars and homes just as messy as hers?