I had a hectic day today: Little Lady's secondary school
appeal, Baby’s first morning at nursery, Darling’s first full day at reception and a
meeting with Gorgeous’ teacher to discuss the process of applying for secondary
schools and Year 6 SAT tests, all before 10am.
Hubby and I split the meetings and drop-offs between us then met up
again for him to take me to work. Work
was varied, interesting and full-on: a new mobile working project, a request
for some analysis, information requests, meeting invites and a lunch date with
friends.
So of course coming home means some rest at last: taking off your
shoes and hijab, sitting down for a bit before you have to make dinner, perhaps
even a nap. Or not. When you are the lady of a busy household,
you don’t belong to yourself. You are
the centre of everyone. You are their solace,
their refuge, their therapy. You are a
welcoming pair of arms, a warm lap and sometimes even a punch bag for grumpy
little people that need to vent. You are
the answer to everyone’s problems: “I’m hungry”, “I’m tired”, “I hate x”, “I
need help with my homework”, “I can’t find my swimming kit”.
You have had a long day and they have had a long day too, you make
theirs so much better. I usually find a
scrum as I get through the door:
Darling: “Mama I’m soooo tired”
Little Man: “Guess what, I’m going to audition for the school
play, it’s Aladdin. I want to be the
monkey and I get to miss two days of classes”
Mum-in-Law: “You’re mum and dad were here, you just missed them,
they brought me lunch”
Baby: “Mamaaaaa” – arm’s outstretched
Husband: “Can you kids take the noise in the other room, we can’t
hear each other”
Guest: “There you are, good to see you.”
Little Lady: “I feel sick mum, I’m going to bed, wake me up in a
little while, I have homework”
Gorgeous: “I’m starving mum, did you get us anything?”
Pretty much all at the same time.
It takes about 20 minutes for everyone to get heard and acknowledged and
for me to get to hear a little about how their day has been.
But this is one of the most important parts of my day. It sets the tone for the evening. I can make sure the babies get lots of hugs
and cuddles, which brings me comfort too.
I check what everyone has had for lunch, or as often is the case with
hubby and mum-in-law if they even got round to having lunch. I check who has prayed and who still needs to
and we work out who gets to use the computer for homework first.
Then I get to take my hijab and abaya off, freshen up, take stock
of the state of the house and start dinner, with everyone knowing what they
have to do next.
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