Life as a SAHM

I am attempting to write this blog as my daughter plays. I bet that as soon as she realises I am doing something without her approval she'll be over here like a flash.

Life as Stay At Home Mum.

I wake up whenever Amy does. Generally about 7.30 am. I thank my lucky stars that she sleeps in that late.

I make breakfast. Amy throws toast around the kitchen floor, maybe getting some into her mouth while...

I try and do the dishes. Am resigned to always having to do the dishes one-handed with Amy on my hip trying to play in the water.

I pick up the toys. Amy gets the toys out. I pick up the toys. Amy gets the toys out. I pick up the toys. Amy gets the toys out. I give up and leave the toys alone. Amy gets upset because her toy box is empty and she can't crawl around because of the resulting mess.

I pick up all the dirty laundry. How exactly one toddler goes through so many clothes is beyond me. How exactly I go through so many teatowels is beyond me as well.

In amongst all the noise Amy makes I have my ears attuned for silences. Whilst silence may be golden, it is a surefire sign that she is into something she shouldn't be. Like eating dead bugs, or hiding underneath my bed eating dust bunnies. Generally eating things she shouldn't be eating. Whatever doesn't kill them makes them stronger right? Good thing the house is childproof. Right?...... Right?

I cook healthy delicious meals. I'm a much better cook than a housewife.
I change dirty nappies.
I wipe her snotty nose with my hands, because inevitably she has destoyed all tissues in her quest for tissue box supremacy.
I play peek-a-boo.
I sing.
I read stories.
I dance.
I 'eat' her feet.
I entertain.
I console.
I cuddle.
I tell her that I love her.
I let her stay naked because she is happy.
I discuss.
I answer her questions of "Ah Dat!" a thousand times a day and sometimes she tells me what things are.
I snuggle her as she feeds.

I can smell a pooey nappy a mile away.
I don't think about what the stains on my t-shirt are.
I haven't brushed my teeth.
Or my hair.
I have poop on my jeans,
banana in my hair,
puke down my back,
snot on my sleeve.
I live for the night she sleeps for more than 1 1/2hrs at a time.

But she just kissed me and snuggled her head deep into my neck and that makes it all worthwhile.

"What do you do all day?" Nathan asks me as he surveys the house each night when he wakes (he works night shift).

I tell him, but he doesn't believe me.

"You can't possible have done all that" he says "The house isn't even remotely tidy!"

I know the house is a mess dear, but your daughter is happy and healthy. She is talking more than other children her age and she is affectionate, she doesn't sleep much and I don't get free time to do 'coventional housework' (at least not the kind you notice).

Thank goodness he isn't averse to tidying up for me.

I am a SAHM and I love every second of it.

............most of the time.