Maybe we’re lazy

Im wondering if any of the Momma’s out there have been successful in getting their relatives and friends to remember what it’s like to have a toddler? 

I’m one of those parents whose trying to be “in the moment” as much as possible, which means that after the 9-5 there’s a couple of short hours before the toddlers bedtime. After the bedtime there’s about 30minutes of intense productive time – cooking dinner, bringing in dry laundry, hanging out more laundry, cleaning up toddler messes etc before there’s no energy left. 

The challenge I feel is that the expectation/assumption from the older generation – the assumption that we are lazy because our home doesn’t resemble the home we lived in pre child. The important part is that it’s technically clean although they may not be able to see past the “lived in” theme we’re going for 🙊

So, the renovations aren’t completed, the landscaping hasn’t started yet … Let’s just say if we had a “to do list” for the home there would be about 100 things on it. When there’s just 48 short hours of each weekend and you have a toddler keen to help, even easy projects take longer than expected. The important part I keep in mind is that we only have so long of our child being this age where she wants to be right beside us, it won’t be long until she wants be playing independently and that will enable us to achieve more. 

It leads me to wonder why there’s this judgement, is it because when we were growing up we didn’t know any working mothers? That presenting an immpeciable home was a top priority? 
Regardless of the why there are assumptions made, isn’t it sad that people can’t transport themselves back to having toddlers and remember how life was, add in a few external pressures (working a full time job). Isn’t it time we quit with the judgement and looked for the good? 

3 thoughts on “Maybe we’re lazy

  1. confessionsofachristianmomma says:

    “Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth,
    Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
    Hang out the washing and butter the bread,
    Sew on a button and make up a bed.
    Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
    She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
    Oh, I’ve grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue
    (Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
    Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
    (Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).
    The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
    And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo
    But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
    Look! Aren’t her eyes the most wonderful hue?
    (Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).

    The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
    For children grow up, as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
    So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
    I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.”

    This is Song For a Fifth Child by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton. I think it applies perfectly to your post. =] You enjoy your sweet girl, Momma.

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