I was starting to feel quite down about the whole being a mummy thing. Sure, I could look after the boy perfectly well, and even the baby. Just not both of them at the same time.
Take, for example, the school run. In Mr A’s first five weeks I’d barely been able to get it together and was leaning heavily on the husband. Only once or twice had I managed to get the boy to school and it seemed that for the most part, when I managed to pick him up, the husband was waiting with Mr A in the car. We’d be lucky if we could make it to the supermarket after school, let alone do anything fun together. Other mothers could manage with two kids or more, some of them even younger than the boy. Why couldn’t I?
Then last week it all started to come together. On the first day back at school the baby had a good morning feed, the boy got ready relatively quickly (as in it didn’t take him the best part of half an hour to get dressed) and even I was ready by the time he should leave. So off we went, the three of us, to get the boy to school. That afternoon I managed to convince the baby that he should have a feed at a time that would allow us to get out of the house and up to the school on time, and also let us get back in time for the next one. Miracles.
The wonder continued all week. We won’t mention that the boy only started back at school on Tuesday.
On Wednesday afternoon the three of us managed to make it out to the boy’s swimming class and on Friday afternoon we managed to pull off a progress discussion with the boy’s teacher, a trip to the park and a round of the supermarket before the baby wanted feeding again. The best bit about Friday’s success was that we managed it all without the husband being around. He’d nicked off to Belgium for the day and was gone before we got up that morning. Needless to say, I was feeling on top of the world.
So, Monday morning when I really needed more sleep, I didn’t feel so bad about asking the husband to do the school run. It’s not that I can’t do these things, but more that I’m lucky that I’ve got the support not to have to. When I think about it, we’re working quite well in this parenting partnership and with me normally being the one out of the house at work, we’ve practically got it down to a fine art. It’s just taken me a while to realise that.