Mental Mumma is Mental
Having lived most of our married life in a two bedroom unit, moving into our new home has been somewhat of a relief. To have the space for each child to have their own room, avoiding sleep time issues. To have room for a dining table finally. It has also been cause of much stress.
My children having a room each means there are now three bedrooms with toys strewn everywhere. Once, there was a rule; when you’re finished with a toy put it away before you get out a new one. Last year that fell by the way side due to living arrangements and now, as you can see, there is no putting away.
One of my points of Focus for this year is organisation. Which is something 2011 lacked profusely and without it I am easily stressed. Continuously on edge. I need to figure out how to get life under control, stream line everyday living and have a relatively neat home.
But, I have a problem. Or three, if you want to get technical about it. I mused about whether New Year simply invigorates those of us who don’t get a ‘holiday’ from what we do daily and, for me, the answer to that seems to be no. This is not the case. I need a moment to breathe. Which I have yet to happen.
The same, it seems, can be said of my children. We did get away but it was busy and they didn’t rest nearly as much as they should have. The End of Year Fatigue has ramped up, my three beautiful children have turned into screaming tornadoes of messy, fury and fighting. When I mentioned this on Twitter other mentioned the coming of school’s return. BUT, my children don’t go to school yet! I can’t imagine where the break will be and how life will start to calm down.
And so, I feed my tornadoes, I clean up after their meal and while I do that they ‘play’ in their rooms. One room after another gets completely trashed while I deal with other chores.
I have tried to clean with them, showing them where their toys belong. I have tried giving them specific tasks to do such as “Put all your puzzle pieces in their places” in the hope that I will, at some point be able to move on to the next task of putting the complete puzzles in their place on the shelf. We never get that far. They are so distracted, often playing with the things they’re meant to be packing up. I’ve gone from being understanding, gentle to being a seething mad woman and (possibly, on occasion) a bit of a banshee.
I feel like I barely get to leave the dining room before they’re eating and messing again and I just never get to do all the other house things I need to.
It’s really starting to rub me the wrong way. I don’t want everything to be perfect, just livable.
This place is more than twice what we had before and while I only have one extra child, some days it seems like they have doubled too. I’ve never been a Domestic Goddess. I have to try very hard to keep on top of everything and even then I am failing!
So, I am here begging for advice and help. HOW do you keep on top of it all?