I feel very reassured. The other day I came across an online article from the Daily Mail called “The easy life”
Basically it’s about a new survey which reveals that “a generation of young women are rejecting high-flying careers in favour of a life of ease and luxury” and includes interviews with women who support the survey’s findings. Personally, I enjoy working and consider myself a "doer" and apart from occasionally (well, maybe a bit more than occasionally), wishing for a life of ease and luxury, it was actually the comments section that I found myself relating to as I read of the “permanent exhaustion” experienced by other working mums. It just gave me further reassurance that it is par for the course to be a mum – and a working mum - and feel REALLY TIRED!
To be honest, I wouldn’t class myself as” permanently exhausted”, just quite tired a lot of the time – and what I wouldn’t give for a lie-in. But for me the real problem is when the hormones kick in. Two children on, my hormones seem to have taken on a life of their own – a bit Jekyll and Hyde like – and combine that with the challenges of getting a new business off the ground, I turn into the kind of she-devil that makes even the most understanding of husbands (which I consider mine to be) want to maintain the lowest of profiles. When the “Mr Hyde” hormones kick in, simple work related tasks and issues suddenly seem insurmountable, my two generally very happy and chilled children suddenly (in my eyes) become incredibly demanding and very whinny and I change from fair optimist to eternal pessimist.
This week was a hormone week and I’ve battled my way through the last few days trying everything – deep breaths, early nights, a glass of wine, no wine, a Starbucks to provide a kick start , lots of water, gym/swim, playdates at home, playdates away from home, vitamins and various other remedies. With varying degrees of success.
If I was cataloguing my week in a Bridget Jones kind of way I’d probably sum it up like this:
- Number of times let children watch at least ½ hour television to get “quiet time” – 7 (at least)
- Number of times given children biscuits / ice-cream etc to get “quiet time” – as above
- Number of times made children’s bed-time half an hour earlier to get “quiet time” – as above
- Glasses of wine – several
- Starbucks – every morning
- Water – not enough
- Outbreaks of crying / rage / despair (several, but too embarrassed to write a number).
Its been a bit of a “blip” week – an uphill struggle to get to Friday – and I think its time to give some tried and tested homeopathic remedies a go, but fortunately things are getting back to normal again now. And being hormonal does have its upsides: My “No more Mr Nice Guy” mood also means I find the inspiration to deal with issues I’ve been pussy footing around; I find ways of making my points heard (that I perhaps, in all honesty, wouldn’t use in a boardroom); the children get a bit more Charlie and Lola than usual, and my husband gets to hone his peace-keeping and negotiation skills.
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