When does today end? The Corona Mothering Life
Night and day bleed into each other.
With everyone around all day, there is no beginning and no end. I've desperately tried to carve out some none-work time. Turned off WiFi for a while so that we could all connect. And it was nice. But then the minutes and hours continue ticking along and though the younger ones are asleep the older two keep coming down for snacks and conversation. I'd decided that instead of feeling stressed about how much work I had to complete with everyone home all day, it was time to work. Younger children were in bed and I had tidied up most of the kitchen and eating area. Could have been perfect. But the older two lag, waiting for the final closure perhaps. The rigidity of a bedtime enforced by Mother.
Well they were in the kitchen and my hand was hurting from all the tapping and typing. Walked over to hang out, chat somewhat. But they seemed to cranky. Once they had my attention, or in order to get it (can't remember the sequence!) they squabbled and bickered while cutting their snacks.
And Mommy performed.
Tried getting them to say nice things to each other to improve the atmosphere. It started off well but then went downhill. And then...
Mommy yelled
Oh no!
She yelled!
Oh the judgements come a pounding, one after the next. How could you! Don't you love your kids! Give them attention proactively and they won't claim it re-actively! Your prioritises are so messed up! People before work!
Etc Etc
But you know what?
It was late. They were tired. It was time to call it a night.
Maybe they were hunting for the tough love. Well kids, you got it.
Night and day bleed into each other - someone's gotta point out the "stop here" moment.
Love you.
Sleep well big ones!
With everyone around all day, there is no beginning and no end. I've desperately tried to carve out some none-work time. Turned off WiFi for a while so that we could all connect. And it was nice. But then the minutes and hours continue ticking along and though the younger ones are asleep the older two keep coming down for snacks and conversation. I'd decided that instead of feeling stressed about how much work I had to complete with everyone home all day, it was time to work. Younger children were in bed and I had tidied up most of the kitchen and eating area. Could have been perfect. But the older two lag, waiting for the final closure perhaps. The rigidity of a bedtime enforced by Mother.
Well they were in the kitchen and my hand was hurting from all the tapping and typing. Walked over to hang out, chat somewhat. But they seemed to cranky. Once they had my attention, or in order to get it (can't remember the sequence!) they squabbled and bickered while cutting their snacks.
And Mommy performed.
Tried getting them to say nice things to each other to improve the atmosphere. It started off well but then went downhill. And then...
Mommy yelled
Oh no!
She yelled!
Oh the judgements come a pounding, one after the next. How could you! Don't you love your kids! Give them attention proactively and they won't claim it re-actively! Your prioritises are so messed up! People before work!
Etc Etc
But you know what?
It was late. They were tired. It was time to call it a night.
Maybe they were hunting for the tough love. Well kids, you got it.
Night and day bleed into each other - someone's gotta point out the "stop here" moment.
Love you.
Sleep well big ones!
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