I was chatting with another mother about Squeezing It All In. We agreed that it was hard to do.
‘Still,’ I said, ‘It’s been much better since Middlest started nursery, so I’m sure things will get easier.’
Mother-of-Older-Children said ‘Oh, it doesn’t get easier.’
‘Your children are 10 and 8,’ I said trying not to sound too incredulous. ‘That must be very different from having children of 5, 3 and 1.’
‘Oh, there’s all their activities, all the drop-offs, all the homework. I spend hours every week just sitting around in the car waiting for them. Really, I think you’ve probably got it easiest just now.’
‘Really?’ I said, as a polite alternative to picking up the heavily-buttered scone she was eating and ramming it down her throat.
Now, I am can quite understand that different challenges occur as children grow up, BUT:
- older children can help out – a bit
- older children can be reasoned with – a bit
- older children can occupy themselves – a bit – probably for more than a minute
- older children are unlikely to pull out the entire contents of the laundry cupboard several times a day or put all your sanitary supplies in the lavatory while you do the tiniest little edit to a blog post
Right now, hanging around in the car with my notepad and pen for 45 WHOLE MINUTES (that’s three-quarters of a flaming hour!) ALONE while one of the Little Darlings have a tennis or violin lesson sounds like heaven to me.
There are only a few things in life which make me grumpy; and it is going to give me
no end of pleasure some small satisfaction to devote the occasional post to these topics.