Being disorganised and a little bit slapdash as a Mum of four kids has it’s advantages, when I’m happy to leave everything in favour of having fun with them all, but generally it’s just annoying!
Last week, after literally just walking in the door from doing the school run with the three littlies, Teen (who walks home himself and was already in) informed me he was popping out to see friends and did I mind. No, not really, I didn’t mind, all I wanted to do at that point was calm my twins down who were howling because they’d fallen asleep in the car on the way home from school, which they often do, and results in carnage when I try to bring them in!
They go ballistic!
So not a good time to have my Teen start going on and bloody on about what clothes he wanted to wear and couldn’t find (my fault) and the fact that his favourite jeans hadn’t been washed. I asked him why he couldn’t wear something else but he said the only other pair of trousers he owned and liked were too small. Funny how he hadn’t mentioned that before.
I’m obviously supposed to be a mind reader though, you see. (and he does own more than two pairs of trousers/jeans but he decided all of sudden that he didn’t like any of them).
So he’s kicking off now about said jeans being in the washing basket for days and why hadn’t I, the scrubber washer woman of the house, who does everything, ensured they were washed? What sort of mother was I?! (he didn’t say any of that of course, but that’s what he was thinking, I just know it!).
I had the twins whining, just wanting to be cuddled and settled, and him in my ear hole.
My blood was beginning to boil.
After much moaning from him, he decided to wear his tracksuit bottoms, then blamed me for making him look chavvy….. tracksuit bottoms are only acceptable if wearing in a sport related outing apparently!
When he came back downstairs wearing them, I noticed they were creased, badly. I hadn’t got round to ironing them! Oh dear, the crisis was getting worse! Teen then sat down sulking…..
“I’m not going out dressed like this” he said, “look at the state of these!!”
I suddenly felt completely rubbish, the jeans and un-ironed tracksuit bottoms highlighting my inadequacies! What’s wrong with me? Why hadn’t I washed the stupid jeans? I know they run and can’t be put in with anything else but still…. I should’ve had them all clean and ready to wear shouldn’t I?
And why won’t my twins be quiet?
Aargh…. I was about to start ‘losing it’ big time! I felt sorry for myself and angry at myself all at the same time.
“Oh just take them off and I’ll go and iron them for you, I’m sorry I’m such a rubbish Mum and I can’t do anything right, I’m bloody useless” I blurted out in a pitiful but kinda jokey way with my head down as I skulked off…..
But Teen, obviously feeling guilty, didn’t think I was joking and came running after me, grabbed me and squeezed me tight (bearing in mind he’s six foot tall now lol) and said,
“You’re not a rubbish Mum, you’re a great Mum, the best”……
And there it was, the moment was over in a flash but that simple gesture and a few small words meant everything.
I may not be super efficient but I guess that’s just me, and I’m actually doing alright….. my son says so