Today I was a working mum, not a WAHM which is my usual moniker, but a ‘Go out and leave kids in childcare mum’. It’s not something I usually have to deal with. Generally I manage through the generous help provided by my mother-in-law on a weekly basis and juggling acts performed during Pre School, in the evenings, weekends, any spare minute I can grab etc.
But today I had a meeting that was a good drive away and was due to go on later than MiL could stay, so with The Boy Wonder invited out for tea, that left middley and littley daughters to plan for. I chose to try the bigger ones’ after school club. MiL was to drop off littley at 3.30 and run for the hills as she was reunited with her big sister. They would be fed and watered and provided with entertainment and I could pick them up anytime before 6pm.
As it was, my meeting finished early and I flew back to the school to spy. Then when I’d done a bit of tweeting, written up my notes and withheld the urges long enough, I walked in expecting to find the tear drenched faces of my girls.
But no, what was this? When I eventually found them, the youngest grinned, started running towards me and in the space of 10 metres, stopped, growled and threw herself on the ground shouting at me to go away. The eldest wouldn’t even acknowledge me.
They had *horror of horrors* enjoyed it. The fussy eater had eaten ALL of her dinner. They didn’t want to leave. They tortured me for a good 20 minutes before I could even bribe them to come with me (any sooner and I’d have had been dragging them out).
I felt redundant, and I didn’t like it one bit. It made me realise that in a few very short months when my youngest starts school full time, this could be the norm. I’m not sure I’m ready….how am I supposed to cope?