Earlier this year, my sister Amie and I thought it would be fun to put on paper some of our
experiences/predicaments we have found ourselves in since having children. We
wrote story after story. It just kept flowing and we kept emailing them to each
other. We really would love to write a book and put all this in there.
We would call our book “That’s
Normal”. The book would be about how we stick to the rules and how we
break the rules. Our stories are no different than any other mother out there. We
tell it like it is. Mothering is hard – but it’s all normal! We think our take
on motherhood is realistic, informative and funny.
MULTITASKING
This word is foreign to my
hubby. Oh, yours too? That’s not unusual. I am confident enough to say that I,
personally, am a master at multitasking. This word has made me capable of
raising children.
What is it? www.reference.com describes it as:
“Human multitasking
or multitasking is the performance by an individual of more than one
task at the same time. The term is derived from computer multitasking. An
example of multitasking is listening to a radio interview while typing an
email.”
Comprehendo? I will give
you my definition:
“Human multitasking is the
performance of several tasks at the same time. An example of multitasking is
talking on the phone, making a piece of toast, putting the dog outside,
building a spaceship from Lego and smiling at my little man’s red painted
fingers.”
I can easily do so many
things at once. Boy I was stressed before this new ‘function’ became obvious to
me. How was I expected to get anything done? How on earth could anyone consider
having more than one child? That’s what I used to think. Along came baby number
2, then baby number 3, and I instantly needed to create a new way of doing
things.
I think as mothers we all
have the skill automatically programmed into us, but it is developed much more
professionally over time. You may laugh, but I am being serious. You need to
put this on any future resume! If she is a mother, then she will
understand and recognise your high level of skill.
My hubby looks at me
blankly when I even suggest that he might like to ‘multitask’. Once I asked him
to quickly close the toilet door so our toddler did not start playing in it.
This was whilst he was talking on the phone. He actually had to stop the
conversation, put his hand over the phone and ask what I had said. Then he put
the phone down and walked to shut the door. Gee – it would have been quicker if
I had done it myself! Then I also wouldn’t have got that he look he gives when
I am really annoying him.
Multitasking comes in very
handy when it comes to bedtime in our house. My children have formed a bedtime
routine and it rarely varies. It is more along the lines of what THEY require
to take place before they actually go to sleep. While it can get rather
tedious, I don’t begrudge going along with them. I know that eventually they
will go off to sleep as long as I follow the correct steps. It is important to
find a routine and stick to it. The same every night, over and over and over
and over.
It begins with screaming
and crying about not wanting to go to bed. No one likes to brush their teeth.
Sound familiar? Terrible, terrible mother I know, but if it’s all too much I
let them get out of it (yes I can be a rule breaker depending on what my mental
state is like for the day!).
Next we (we being the
operative word as I don’t let my hubby get out of it that easily!) put the
little one in his bed with his stuffed monkey. He’s easy. No fights there. Then
the eldest gets into bed with the light on and waits for me to return. Then we
put the middle one in his bed. At this point my hubby retreats to the couch. My
middle one asks me to get into bed with him. We play a little game where I
pretend I am stuck in his cuddle and will have to sleep there all night. This
goes on for a while. Finally I edge out of the room. On to the eldest… he
requires me to sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to him EVERY night. This has been the
usual song for 2 years.
Next the middle one yells
out again. This time it’s for a band aid. He asks for a band aid nearly 5
nights a week (I now buy the mega packs). Not sure why! It’s just one of those
things! Then back into the eldest’s room who suddenly decides that I forgot to
tell him how old he was turning (because I sang Happy Birthday remember?). It
has to be a different age every night!
Phewwwww……………..

Katrina
Chambers writes from “down under” at www.katrinachambers.blogspot.com