Work

I know I said I wouldn't be blogging for a bit, what with Passover and all. Actually, I'm about to run out the door to my parents' place for our Seder, and I really don't have time. BUT....

I was just taking out our garbage bins to the side of the road and I bumped into the Nanny From Next Door. She was just getting into her car after a full day caring for 3 year old Mr. Man and 2 year old Missie Moo. I asked her how she was, her answer:

"I am completely and utterly exhausted...this age is so very difficult...I simply cannot wait to get home and hop straight into bed."

So this post goes out to all of those mums out there tonight who have been at home looking after small children.....

When I was looking after my little ones day and night I did not realised that a trained professional would find my work "so very difficult." Now, looking back at what I did, I am overwhelmed with the knowledge that it was work, very hard work, and so very much harder than the Nanny Next Door's job because my job was 24/7, and I couldn't leave in my car and go home to my quiet, soft bed.

If I had really believed that at the time, I might have been a bit calmer, a bit less hard on myself, and I might have asked for help more often. But for now...I'll just write about it...and go off to celebrate Passover - the festival of hard work and freedom.