For most of the week I’m a stay at home mum.
Which “apparently” means I just sit on my bum??
But frankly my days are chaotic at best.
I honestly pop in to work for a rest.
Now just for the record, before I say more,
I know 14 hours is hardly a chore.
My two day week contract is cushy I know.
I really can’t grumble at having to go.
In fact when the time comes I’m secretly thrilled,
I love both my tots but they’re somewhat strong willed!
The idea of just a few hours away
is welcome relief when it comes to the day.
And so the time comes, the alarm makes it’s call.
Which makes quite a change from my tots’ usual bawl.
The in laws take charge. (Yes we really are blessed!)
I have a whole hour to get myself dressed….
Today my “mum jeggings” are slung to one side.
On this day I shall wear my work dress with pride!
And there shall be make up and even high heels!
A handbag so tiny it doesn’t need wheels??
I give bye bye kisses (with tots at arm’s length).
Avoiding their snot with the best of my strength.
Ensconced with their Grandfolk my offspring ignore
my stealth like escape as I sneak through the door…
“Freeeedom!!!” I shout as I high five the air.
I jump in the car and I’m on my way there.
I’m out for 10 hours and most of that time,
Is work and dull stuff which would make a “blah” rhyme.
But I’ll tell you the bits that are good for a smile,
If you’re happy to read on for just a short while….
Number one – I can drink coffee.
Number two – I drink it hot.
For three – I wear a dress with barely any trace of snot.
Four – is conversation. With an adult. Who can talk.
Five – would be my lunch hour – just nipping for a walk.
Ooh number six is shopping. In a shop all by myself!
With sixty whole free minutes to explore each lovely shelf.
In fact “just popping” anywhere is my idea of heaven!?
And therefore “nipping out” would have to be my number seven.
It seems that lunch time’s key for me as for my number eight,
I’d have to say it’s sandwiches, all mine! And on a plate!
(Not soggy half chewed left-overs from plastic plates of pink,
or half a slice of toast consumed whilst standing by the sink).
So popping in to work is now considered my “Me time.”
Those hours to be “Dawn” are what I’d put for number nine.
But as home time approaches I can’t wait for it to come,
As though I love my work day, at the end I’m still a mum.
And so, I know it’s soppy but my favourite, number 10.*
Is heading off back home to see my babies once again…. x
* Just kidding. Number 10 is actually having a wee with nobody watching! :0)
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