Tuesday, 23 February 2016

Aiden

A few weeks ago I managed get pneumonia, so my role as a mother ceased for a few days and Aiden was left to run the house and make sure the kids stayed alive.
During this time the house completely went to shit. The hoover was neglected in the corner, the kids didn't have a single bath and the washing pile consumed the fucking landing.  Safe to say, once I got my energy back, I lost my shit.  I spent days trying to get the house back to normal and I was so stressed I was probably a bitch to live with.
The usual thoughts ran through my mind (and were often voiced, really fucking loud).
"Why the fuck am I the only person in this house that knows how to use a hoover?!  Look at this place!  Fuck sake!"

Then I think about what Aiden actually does when I'm out of action.
He will do necessary housework (wash up, put toys away, sterilise bottles) and make sure the kids are well fed. Then he will spend the rest of the day entertaining them and cuddling on the sofa watching films.
I like to think I can juggle housework and spending time with my girls, but I don't spend half as much time with them as Aiden does on his day off.
They adore their daddy and Aiden is the go-to man if you fancy a wrestle or you just generally want to terrorise someone. He has even been talked into playing with ponies and wearing pretty hair clips.
I think we could all take a leaf out of our partners book sometimes. Washing can wait, our kids can't. I honestly don't remember whether the house I spent my childhood in was messy. I do, however,  remember my mum doing a handstand in the front room and smashing the lightbulb.

One thing I can be sure about is that my husband is my fucking hero.
He's not afraid to change a shitty nappy and he's never complained about the fact that my road to motherhood made me chubby and lose my boobs.
He knows the bat signal for 'Im in such a shit mood, I'm probably going to punch someone in the throat '. That's the cue to leave me to hide under the covers, child free, for half an hour to sulk it out.

I feel like I should appreciate the things he already does and work on my stress levels, rather than working on Aiden's housework skills.
Plus, if I keep being a bitch, he might leave me. Then who will do his washing?
 Kelsey x



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