its holidaytime! jippie! everything is immediately in a mood of chill. no school, no early stress getting up packing lunches and 2 puberty breathing things in the house that have dropped everything from school stuff to their own moving body parts as soon as that final school bell rang….
recognisable I guess, if you are in that same situation, weither you have boys or girls at home between 13 and 19.
most of the times parents in that situation only have to look at eachother when something is discussed regarding the puberty phase of their kids and go: ‚yep, right…haha!‘
but I had to experience something different the other day, which I would like to express here as pretty hilarious. I am not perfect. I didnt go to a school of how to become a domestic goddes, and never ever had the nerves or patience to understand the seriousness of parenting. I just go with the flow, and act on whats coming my way. totally unprepared. I am only lucky I have this gift of being a pretty good organiser, and that does come in handy some times.
maybe its because I am a single mother, that some people have the feeling they can just throw anything regarding improving my upbringing to my head, without giving it a thought. or maybe I am wrong, and also mothers within a secure zone of a respected partner experience the same.
I am curious, let me know.
so there are 2 statements that came my way the other day, which I would like to unraffel;
in the constelation of 2 holidays of my children, with only a short time in between the 2, to prepare the next holiday, and wash the content of 2 suitcases, I expressed that I had only one day to do that. no problem by the way, as I said, I am a good organiser, just that in my disabled life, its a task, and I know my friends worry if I can manage it all, but I am not complaining. its just a simple fact of holiday luxery.
‚well.. isn’t it about time your 16 year old daughter knows how to do a washing by now?…‘
Bam! in the face, and me being me, my first reaction was total devestation, thinking I am a crap mother, and forgot to drill my daughter with the ropes of life survival.
‚why do you want to be so perfect all the time? who cares if the wash is not perfect during the holidays?‘..
seriously? ‚uhmmmm… what???
lets get back to the total beginning of my post here, and right back into that feel of chill… are you feeling me? ;))
I think my daughter knows how to wash. or rather; put a machine on, with idealy only her own complete wardrobe. she is 16 for god sake!! its perfectly ok on a normal school time saturday if she runs a machine just for herself, with 2 pairs of knickers and a bra. But PLEASE!!! If I would hand over the complete family washing for 2 weeks holidays, in the hands of a 16 year old, I am just an idiot!
Is that perfectionism? no haha, just stupid sence, to choose that one single day inbetween holidays as a mother, to be in total charge of washing, cleaning and preperation of the feeld trip ahead.
because, I just don’t want to end up in an RV, with the whole content of my daughters wardrobe and my son standing there without knickers and socks. right? 😩
thats not perfectionism people! thats putting myself through just 1 stressy day of domestic work, knowing I can finally relax an chill on the holiday to come..
and when I am laying on my stretcher in front of the van, with my book, overlooking the atlantic sea, and give it a good sigh of total happiness, I probably realise, or think, i might have left the iron on at home…..
happy holidays everyone!!