Today I took the vacuum cleaner in to be fixed, which seems about the most responsible adult thing I’ve ever done.
Young’uns buy or borrow vacuum cleaners, but it seems like only grown ups who make a (considerable) investment in household appliances and then spend money on the service and maintenance of said items. Truth be told I’d probably never have bothered if the damn thing didn’t break twice, rendering me vacuumless – never mind that we bought it less than three years ago. So dropping it off this morning, I felt like I’d really hit those middle domestic years.
Following this, I bought a babycino and a very strong coffee.
I also took a preschooler to the supermarket, bought bananas in bulk (it always seemed to my kid-free self mums in the shops were buying extraordinary amounts of bananas, I could see that would one day become my fate), and got talked into buying a packet of choc-topped rice crackers that weren’t on my shopping list. Couldn’t quite come to terms with how much the grocery bill is these days, in my head I still think it should be what it was 10 years ago and feel like I’ve always “gone over” when really, this is just reality now. Shit’s expensive.
I forgot the bread.
I loaded up on kids’ clothes because apparently one grows an inch every day and doesn’t fit into her clothes from last week, let alone last year. I bought sunhats, bulk felt pens that will have each and every cap left off by week’s end, and a bath mat. I then heard a call over the loudspeaker that a small child was looking for their mother, the description of which matched mine, who was happily browsing the toy section. I popped my head from around the corner and the aforementioned child trotted over and asked could I please buy her this Peppa Pig plane?
Purchased a metre of very realistic dog fur so I could make the eldest’s book week costume for tomorrow. She’s going as Topsy from Bimbo and Topsy. Grateful she didn’t want to go as Bimbo.
Had to forfeit my trolley dollar because there was nowhere to clip my trolley in and the other bays were miles away in a crowded carpark. Enjoy that dollar, fellow shopper.
Listened to a three-year-old singing a song about butts and trips to the hostible.
Put on dinner early (like at lunchtime) which seems to be another extraordinarily organised domestic thing to do and I tell you I don’t do it every day. If you’re anything like me you’ll want to know what it was – we’re having spicy black bean tostadas with sweet potato. Which only two of us will eat.
Argued with preschooler about her wanting to do something she wasn’t allowed to do and uttered the words “if you don’t want to play with those brand-new Shopkins you just asked me to buy, I’ll take them back to the shop”, which of course I have no intention of doing.
Watched her cry over the purchased felt pens that were clipped together in a circle and that she broke and couldn’t get to go into a circle again, so proceeded to pull every pen apart and throw it onto the coffee table in a huff.
Listened to much whingeing. MUCH.
Realised one of the dresses I’d bought won’t fit anyone and will have to be returned to the shop.
Watched the preschooler go through the pantry and complain about everything and then ask for Weet-Bix then just walk off and start playing, leaving the Weet-Bix on the floor.
Had to answer 87 “mama?”s and was required to “look at this mum” everything from a drawn rainbow to her putting a toy CD in the DVD player and respond in the pleasant affirmative.
Tried to do some work, please note the aforementioned everything.
Realised how fast the day was getting away from me and I’d hardly got anything done.
Like just now I’ve realised I haven’t hung the washing out.
It’s now school pickup and I look forward to:
- The schoolkid not remembering what she did that day, rendering all my attempts at parental interest conversation useless
- She’ll probably cry about something
- Sibling arguing at some point
- Wrestling with a sewing machine trying to make a dog costume and probably either drinking or crying
- All children complaining about dinner
- Trying to fit more work in where it’s really just not going to fit (not with that sewing machine business anyhow)
- Waiting for 10 minutes at bedtime while the children dither about what book they want read
- Swearing at the sewing machine a bit more
- *Insert obligatory but I love them and truly I do, I get a real kick out of being a mum and having (mostly) pleasant domestic days like this but that kind of talk isn’t half as amusing*
- Eating half those chocolate rice cracker thingies after the kids go to bed
- Passing out early with only half my to-do list done
- Finally remembering I never ended up hanging out the washing
Ready to wake up tomorrow morning and do it all again with added gymnastics.