Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it’s Supermum!

NOT! Since finding out I was pregnant, I’ve had to give up the notion that I am superwoman, and succumb to the “normal” afflictions of pregnancy.

Wanting and needing sleep seems to be the major thing that occupies my mind lately, and my 9 month old is not helping matters by waking at 2.30am each morning for “play time”. Doesn’t he understand that mummy is very fragile right now! And no, mummy does not want to play peek-a-boo and have her hair pulled. But as grumpy as I may be, I have to suck it up and I should be so lucky that I have a happy child who wants to play in the first place.

No longer do I have the energy to rush around trying to keep the house “pristine” or at least keep the idea in my head that the house should be “pristine” – who cares if the floors and bathrooms aren’t done for a week or (shock horror) two? Or that I don’t do washing every single night? At least the kids have clean clothes, food in their bellies and a roof over their heads. Right?

To get an idea of why I don’t care anymore whether someone sees dishes on the sink, here is an example of my daily routine:

• 6.00am: woken by kids (unless woken at 2.30am as is the norm this week)
• 6.15am: get up, make morning bottles for both kids, have mouthfuls of cereal
• 6.30am: deal with whinging from 2 year old to watch kids tv programs, more cereal
• 6.45am: have shower, keeping an ear open for kids getting into any trouble while trying to wash hair or share shower with 2 year old who has decided to join in the watery fun
• 7.00am: change nappies, dress kids, stop 9 month old from playing with the tv volume for the 20th time
• 7.15am: get dressed, attempt makeup and hair, apply makeup to whinging 2 year old who apparently “wants to be like mummy”
• 7.30am: pack nappies and clothing changes, make lunches, make daily bottles
• 7.45am: give dog/birds water/food
• 7.50am: change 9 month old’s nappy again (usually of the stinking kind)
• 8.00am: clean up 2 years olds “soiled mess” from not telling mummy she needs to go to the toilet, change clothes again for 2 year old
• 8.10am: load bags, kids in car
• 8.15am: arrive day care: unload bags, kids from car
• 8.25am: arrive work (thank god again that I don’t work in the city at the moment)
• 8.30am: aaaaaah, work.
• 5.15pm: arrive day care: load bags, kids in car
• 5.30pm: arrive home: unload bags, kids in car
• 5.45pm: put load of washing on (this does NOT happen on a nightly basis!)
• 6.00pm: prepare and cook dinner
• 6.30pm: drag kids to have bath, run back and forth to check on dinner, get night clothes etc…
• 6.45pm: washing in dryer (who has the time to hang washing?)
• 7.00pm: eat dinner, make night bottle for 9mth old
• 7.30pm: get 9mth old to sleep (by putting in cot and allowing to scream)
• 7.45pm: give up getting 9mth old to sleep in cot, and hold in aching arms, rock to sleep (then place in cot)
• 8.00pm: clean up after dinner, feed assorted animals
• 8.15pm: get washing out of dryer
• 8.30pm: get 2yr old to sleep
• 8.45pm: spend 15 minutes with “just as tired” partner
• 9.00pm: fall asleep in front of TV
• 11.30pm: awake to teething 9mth old crying in cot, soothe with dummy back to sleep in aching arms
• 2.30am: awake to teething 9mth old crying in cot, try to soothe with dummy back to sleep in aching arms
• 3.30am: 9mth old fully awake and wanting to play – finally get to sleep with dummy in aching arms
• 6.00am: start the whole thing over again!!

Now, this is only an example, and some nights I do have more than 15 minutes to spend with my partner, and other nights have absolutely NO time to ourselves depending on the moods of our children on any given day.

The best present a girl could get? Forget the diamonds, try a full nights sleep! Well ok, diamonds would help too