Diary of a Working Mum

After a long day at school, kids are like little batteries—drained, wobbly, and ready for a cozy recharge with snacks and cuddles!”

Every parent will agree with me. The worst time of the day starts when my daughter comes home from school, right up until she goes to bed.

You probably read that and thought ‘Why on earth would she feel that way about her child?’.

Well, it’s nothing to do with the love I have for my child. It’s about the relentless list of tasks that must get done in that time period, whilst trying to get the cooperation of an overtired child who can’t help but ignore everything I say.

Children mask all day at school. They have to follow rules. They have to do certain things, at certain times. In addition, their little minds are being absolutley hammered with lots of new information. It’s a lot for them to have to manage. After school, all of the pressure of the school environment and the high expectations are gone. Naturally, their instinct is to let their hair down, let out all of their tension and decompress.

Normally, the after school decompression is aimed at myself.

Depending on her mood, this can be in the form of lots of hugs and chatting about her day. This is my favourite, but sadly it is rare.

Most of the time, when I ask how her day has been, she refuses to tell me. No matter what question I ask, I am met with a sassy attitude and refusal to do anything I ask. At times, her sassiness makes me laugh. It is a reminder of just how quickly she is growing up.

Showering is my daughters least favourite task. She tells me that I am ruining her fun. I tell her that the chocolate needs washing out of her hair, or it will get tangled. She tells me that tangled hair is cute, and that it is nothing to do with me. I try to entice her by promising to blow bubbles in the shower for her. She tells me that I cannot blow bubbles properly. I ask her if she would like to take a doll into the shower. She tells me I am stupid, the doll does not want to get wet.

You can probably see a pattern emerging here. It is a debate that cannot be won. So then I have to resort to the only thing that I know works. I threaten to call her dad.

Before I even finish the sentence, she is on her way to the bathroom.

It’s a daily battle. If you can empathise with me, please do! so in the comments!

Cheerio

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