Perhaps how did your day go?
But the answer for me to ‘what did you do today’ has a funny pull on the values button cord.
Because my internal answer I often don’t say out loud is slaved.
Today I’ve had a shocking start to the day. After getting up three times in the middle of the night (normally none), giving up on sleeping in my bed once my eldest daughter insisted she was scared and climbed into bed to squirm for an hour at 4am before I have up and moved to the other bed.
Daughter 2 is clingy because she’s hungry and doesn’t understand what’s going on with these new teeth arriving, and if only I could unattached her from me I might be able to finish and serve the porridge. Daughter 1 won’t eat breakfast, then misbehaves because she is hungry and distracts daughter 2 from eating. Then I have a 7am removalist coming to quote who arrives at 7.50am. Then our office manager arrives at 8 at our home office, then daughter 2’s nappy needs changing, then daughter 1 doesn’t make it to the toilet and wets herself, her preschool outfit, and the floor. Breakfast dishes are still sitting around, and I attempt to make preschool lunch box and consider what to make for baby to go to grandma’s house today.
Thankfully, husband responds to help text message and gets shoes on, redressed and lunch packed for daughter 1, and I take a few deep breaths and carry on… After I tell him through rough glassy eyes that I just feel like a slave sometimes, and daughter 1 asks me why my belly is so fat today, and mummy I think it’s cause you’ve got another baby in there, actually mummy I think it’s two babies in there.
A fat slave… Bummer!
Rx
