I've been a stay at home mum for five years and counting. During that time I've fluctuated between being entertained by my children and infuriated by them. I've danced (poorly) between dedicated engagement in their little imaginary worlds to overwhelming bored by play dough, duplo and lego.
It's been three years since I've worked outside of the house for real cash money. Three years since I've been able to call myself a Visual Arts teacher (gosh, that just sounds so foreign now) and three years since I've been required to be suitably attired and ready to jump in the car by 7am.
When I think about my years of 'unemployment' and my now outdated skills for the classroom, I'm kind of stoked.
In the past I've mourned the loss of routine, structure and the 9 to 5. But now, years later, I'm a dedicated track pant wearing slacker.
I'm not accountable to anyone other than my children and do you know what, that actually suits me perfectly. If I'm still in my PJ's at 10 am, it's okay. If I neglect to do the groceries, we have eggs for dinner and If I forget to hang the washing out and find it festering in the machine, hey, what's another 2 hour cycle between friends?
The stay at home mumming years are boring. Deeply so. But they are also wonderfully liberating.
I mean, at what other stage in my life would I be afforded the luxury of leaving my hair unwashed for days on end? Or wearing shorts when my legs are hairy?
So this week. I'm looking at the positives.
My legs are hairy, my hair unwashed. There is damp washing in the machine and crumbs underfoot and it's all okay.
Lets raise our glass to motherhood. Pour another cup of tea and sit amongst the mess.
How are the holidays shaping up for you?