Mrs Tiggywinkle
Cameron is away again: five solo bath-and-bedtimes before he gets back. (One down, four to go.) He just rang from the Hamburg Christmas Market: it’s not all work work work y’know. Unusually, I find myself without a huge pile of work, just a few bits and pieces I really must tackle (radio Lymm website; tax return; Christmas shopping) and I confess, although the novelty will wear off sharpish, I am partly looking forward to an evening or two with my gripping (trashy) novel; the rest of the Buffy box set; a magazine and a pack of Crunchies. Both children are asleep at last, Maggie only requiring it to be explained 3 or 4 times that if she does not stop stomping about talking, singing and banging doors right now then Tamsin will not go to sleep and there will not be time for stories (last part hissed through clenched jaws). What I dislike most about singlemumming is not just having to get both children to bed alone, but the way that, having achieved it, you come downstairs to be faced with the kitchen full of tea stuff, the lounge full of toys, no fire lit, the kettle not on and piles and piles and piiiilllleeessss of washing to be sorted*.
*Not meaning to suggest for one minute that Cameron does all these jobs while I put the baby to bed: that would be heroic to the point of lunacy. But he does some, and that makes the rest feel less overwhelming.
November 27th, 2007 19:56
i hate doing double bath and bed alone too. v v hard when breastfeeding. both get v v tired and both wont go down with the other still up. all v v tough indeed.