It Seems Impossible........
It seems impossible but the reality of being a house husband doesn't become any easier to live with, even after 7 years. It seems impossible that after 7 years of "practice" I still get things wrong. It seems impossible but after all this time I still can't balance the budget, get the shopping right, have all the correct clothes clean, the house spotless, shoes clean, dishwasher emptied or even (most mornings) have time to sit down with a cup of tea and a biscuit before remembering something that needed to be done.
Now, dear reader, this isn't a rant about how tough this job is. Ask anyone whose done it, they'll be very pleased to tell you. No, this is a post about acceptance. After 7 years I have accepted that how I feel is ok. It's ok because that is the job. I know many who experience high levels of stress over their role as a stay at home parent, and I, the man with the accidental house life, have decided to no longer feel this way. The house isn't in showroom condition because I have 2 children, the clothes aren't always clean because they don't magically float to the laundry basket, the shoes aren't always clean because the children are 5 and 7 (honestly, how clean are yours?) and the dishwasher isn't always empty because, well, because it's always on (oh the noise, I hear it in my sleep) and that's ok.
The budget doesn't always balance because with a family there are always unexpected costs, the shopping's sometimes wrong because who knows from one day to the next what a 5 and 7 year old likes, loves, hates and "urgh Dad,what is this?" (even though it was their favourite last week) regarding their dietary needs and, unless I'm told, I don't know when we've run out of the things I never use nor need unless I'm told (that ones just for the ladies). And that is all ok.
It's all ok because the kids are clean and healthy, the wonderful wife is happy, we still have money for the unexpected and nobody leaves the house naked. It's all ok because the house is clean (enough), there is always food on the table and if the dishwasher is running, it means I emptied it at least once today.
But most importantly, as I have resumed blogging, I now have time for a brew and a biscuit. It seems impossible, but I believe the kettle has just boiled.
Now, dear reader, this isn't a rant about how tough this job is. Ask anyone whose done it, they'll be very pleased to tell you. No, this is a post about acceptance. After 7 years I have accepted that how I feel is ok. It's ok because that is the job. I know many who experience high levels of stress over their role as a stay at home parent, and I, the man with the accidental house life, have decided to no longer feel this way. The house isn't in showroom condition because I have 2 children, the clothes aren't always clean because they don't magically float to the laundry basket, the shoes aren't always clean because the children are 5 and 7 (honestly, how clean are yours?) and the dishwasher isn't always empty because, well, because it's always on (oh the noise, I hear it in my sleep) and that's ok.
The budget doesn't always balance because with a family there are always unexpected costs, the shopping's sometimes wrong because who knows from one day to the next what a 5 and 7 year old likes, loves, hates and "urgh Dad,what is this?" (even though it was their favourite last week) regarding their dietary needs and, unless I'm told, I don't know when we've run out of the things I never use nor need unless I'm told (that ones just for the ladies). And that is all ok.
It's all ok because the kids are clean and healthy, the wonderful wife is happy, we still have money for the unexpected and nobody leaves the house naked. It's all ok because the house is clean (enough), there is always food on the table and if the dishwasher is running, it means I emptied it at least once today.
But most importantly, as I have resumed blogging, I now have time for a brew and a biscuit. It seems impossible, but I believe the kettle has just boiled.
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