Distractions are everywhere - hey, what was that post a few months ago with the tag #parentinglikeaboss that I did? It seemed to be the answer to the conundrum we all find ourselves in this day and age. So I will say nothing more about it and instead talk of flindripingal doolaylays and their bomusical frinkdringers. Did it work? Did you “look over there”?
Distractions, distractions everywhere, not a spot to think. Heck, even now I am listening in on my nephew discussing how noisy it is at night between four adults, himself and a toddler staying in a small two bedroom flat all together, instead of focusing on this task at hand. It is a welcome distraction from Peaches and I’s everyday routine.
Usually I am looking for distractions, anything, to make it through our long days. (Hard to raise a child to be able to deal with boredom when I am not leading by example). Planning, waiting and working towards the weekends of togetherness. BLINK! They go so fast, and there we are again finding our daily distractions.
It is how my sanity stays in tact being a SAHM, brief respite from the continuous touching/demanding/yelling/preventing/figuring that come from being ‘on duty’. (There is no real ‘off duty’ for parents without family/help readily available). A stroll through instagram, a twirl through twitter or flipping through facebook. These are my distractions, all being found in the palm of my hand at will.
They must be sacred.
Or so it must seem to my daughter, as a lot of our distractions is me hiding/removing my devices out of her grasps. (She may have XRay vision because she always finds them).
This blog is also my distraction and I have now put off getting dressed for an hour, thank devices.
Here we are in America. Sitting in my parent's office, on my mother's laptop tapping out (and editing) my internal monologue as Peaches snoozes away.
I have not been keeping DD up to date or ontime as most bloggers should. I could rattle off a lot of excuses but instead will go with the main one : I did not want to.
A lot has gone on inbetween post 23 and this - so it isn't for lack of subjects. I have just grown very tired of myself. It has all gotten a little too much and when things get on top of me I tend to draw into myself. Not getting out. Not talking to others. Not asking for help. I just stopped being me and went into Mum autopilot.
It is no way to be.
Luckily, my parents hopped the pond for a visit! My husband and I finally got to go out to dinner together. We got out and did things daily. I had people to constantly converse with. It has really boosted me out of my hole.
Now we are here in America. I am back in my comfort zone. And let me tell you folks - so much easier parenting from your comfort zone. You have help, you know the lay of the land, you know people who know people and all of this makes life so much easier. My goodness! I get it now - why everyone doesn't up sticks and decide to start a family abroad - because it is just easier!
I am hoping that this rejuvenates me as a mother, as, a friend, as a person and as a writer for our ultimate return to England.
I hope, I hope, I hope!
Grandparents! Oh my stars, have you heard about this?
If you are lucky, like me, they are these caring, nurturing, wise beings that think everything your baby does is as cute as you think it is! Amazing!
They listen and relate because they have been there.
They don't judge (to your face) because they have been there.
They help BECAUSE they have been there.
Peaches has met her South African grandparents and is as happy as a pig in shit. She is getting much more attention, songs, stories and cuddles than ever before.
I am pleased as punch for this. It is silly but I did not realise just how lonely, exhausted and isolated I had been feeling until their arrival. For the first time our apartment has felt full with life, conversation, and plans.
Just how a home should always feel.
Like with every visit this up must come down. We begin the leaving countdown and a numbered cloud hovers over every moment. Can't just sit and enjoy this, oh no.
Maybe we will just hide their passports.
Not an instructional blog but the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth - so help me Mom.