Firstly let me say that I am not a bad mother.
My kids are well fed, happy, balanced and social. They always have clean clothes and a made bed to climb into. We don’t eat takeaway food more than a handful of times in a year. We make things, and plan, walk and go to the library. We draw a lot.
It’s just that I’m a a better mother when I’ve had some time for me. Time to recharge. Time to not talk. Time to breathe and wander and do one thing at a time. What a luxury that is. It makes me more generous afterwards.
Yesterday was my first child-free day in many, many weeks, and it was BLISS! Bliss I tell you. I pottered, and painted and tidied. I was an independent human. By the end of the day I was ready and thrilled to collect my darling bundles, make afternoon tea, chat happily and read stories. A blissful reunion all round.
I have no idea how home-school families manage to retain their sanity. The kids were better for the change of scenery and full-on peer contact too. We all slept like babies last night. Yeehar! Happy family.
And I got some work done at last. 🙂