Mental Health, Motherhood

A Woman’s Work

May 17, 2016

It is hard to be everything to everyone; a good mother, a good wife, friend, daughter, employee etc.

We all try but sometimes we fold under the pressure. I am not an over achiever by any stretch of the imagination; in fact I am typing this as my house goes to shit. There are clothes to be put away, a trillion pieces of lego to be stored in the giant lego head and I could do with shopping around for car insurance. Some days, I tick along nicely and manage a relatively happy house… other days I LOSE MY SHIT. It all gets too much and I explode. After the meltdown, if I check my period app it will always say 10 days to my period.. any experts out there that can shed light on this?

mushroomsA Good Mother? Monday was 10 days till, I was preparing dinner but I had a lump in my throat for no reason and should have excused myself to my room to listen to early Madonna and weep for my lost youth but I was doing my martyr act and the kids were tripping me up everywhere I stepped. Ossie was judging my dinner choices and extolling the benefits of everyone eating the same dinner instead of making several different things. In my head I was imagining ways I could slowly poison him and be cleared in the autopsy results. The noise level was increasing and I’m ashamed to admit the following; I picked up a punnet of mushrooms and threw them against the wall and screamed “MAKE YOUR OWN FUCKING DINNERS” at the top of my voice. Ossie bolted to close the back door and windows but I didn’t give a flying shit if  Gwyneth-fucking-perfect-mother-Paltrow heard me. I grabbed the car keys and drove to the end of the road where I was racked with guilty and self-pitying sobs. I then drove to my sisters and in to the middle of her own domestic dramas.. she assured me I was normal and gave me cigarettes. I drove home after half an hour, reeking of fags and self-pity. I opened the hall door and my 4 boys were sitting on the stairs like the Von Trapps. They jumped up joyously and chanted “we love you mam“. I got them all bathed and put to bed and when I looked for food, there was none. Ossie offered to make toast but changed tack when he saw my face… a chinese was suggested which I declined as an extravagance for one. Half an hour later I had the best place on the couch, a prawn chow mein on my knee and a glass of wine.

Why does it take an almost breakdown for anyone to take notice of my needs.. is it selfish as a mother to even discuss having needs? I’d love to see a pie chart of my day because honestly the only time I get to myself  is a toilet break which I often put off to my weakened pelvic floor’s detriment. I cannot continue like this and be a good mother… I feel too hard done by and it’s making me snappy and weepy. It’s not fair that when a 3 year old asks you for the 10th snack in as many minutes that you answer them with “I had dreams you know, ones that involved a loft apartment in New York with an exposed brick wall, a roof garden and a laundromat where I would meet interesting people.”

Lucky Aide Lois from Malcom in the Middle 2000

A Good Employee:  I normally love getting out to work, hopping in the car, turning on the radio and stopping for a coffee; I like having a lunch break and some of the girls are best friends for life.. they are all wild and interesting. I like my job and I even like most of the customers. Lately though my babies are getting anxious as the weekend approaches and often stand at the window and cry as my car drives away and that is the hardest thing. I’m at a crossroads and dependant on the mercy of a slew of childminders (is that the plural?) and sympathetic bosses. If I quit my job, I will lose all contact with normalacy and friendships will eventually wane but are my kids suffering without me? I need a life coach… are they still around or was that a ’90s thing? Married-with-Children-married-with-children-30474101-800-544

A Good Wife: I try, really I do but I have not got much left for him at the end of an exhausting day. We still have a date night once a week that normally involves staying in and watching a movie and having a few drinks but at this stage in our lives, it’s enough. We are both hot-heads and built up rage at our kids can manifest in some adult door-slamming but our fights don’t last long and we realise that neither of us can do this alone so we are bound together as ignored dictators of a rebellious war zone. All pretence at romance is long gone and we sit in companiable silence at night in mismatched, worn out pyjamas. I’m a nag but if I didn’t, he would gladly sit on his phone as I do all the housework, oblivious…. he tells me to rein in my spending (I can be a bit fluthulach… my mam’s word). So, in essence, we are the quintessential poster couple for married with children.

A Good Sister/ Friend: I hope I am, I try but often when they ring I have to scream at the kids alot and then without warning, hang up because laughing has indeed turned to crying. I do cherish these relationships though as they are the ones who will always pick me up when things are too much and if it’s desperate… a night out will be arranged.

93414622A Good Daughter: Read the above regarding phonecalls. I am now in a position to understand my Mam’s dilemmas when she returned to full time work when we were kids… in fact we often cry over how hard it is to leave your kid’s in someone else’s hands (just one of the many things we cry over). I appreciate all they did for me and hardly begrudge them their lie ins… argghhh I do, I really do.

As women we are expected by society to fulfill all the above roles without swearing and preferably with lipstick. It’s impossible and if you are doing it and fitting in the gym and trips to garden centres, I am assuming that you are taking speed. We need to not be so hard on ourselves and support each other… to be successful certainly does not require adopting male characteristics, use your empathy and experience to support other mothers trying their best. If you feel like fucking the dinner off a wall, try counting to 5 and at least get a chinese out of it. If you, like me, sometimes feel like you are doing a shockingly bad job of all your roles, watch reruns of all the TV shows I’ve featured and you will feel perfectly normal.

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  • Reply carla May 17, 2016 at 12:47 pm

    you are doing a fantastic job an on top of it all your able to make people laugh with your honesty I love coming to you for advice because I know your not a fake person your normal like me haha you understand the situations i get myself into an you never judge u really are a fab woman ♥♥ x x

    • Reply Aisling May 17, 2016 at 2:11 pm

      O sweet Jesus Carla Brady ffs…. you know we have synched with the situation and now my mascara is down my face!

  • Reply Carolyn May 17, 2016 at 12:49 pm

    There but for the grace of God… 😉 Great post Aisling, I think you do an amazing job!

    • Reply Aisling May 17, 2016 at 2:10 pm

      I often think of you and as much as I love my kids…. I would love your life! We need to organise that life swap tv show. And thanks, your affirmation feels good …really <3

  • Reply Emma May 17, 2016 at 4:46 pm

    Brillaint post I don’t feal guilty now!! We are not robots and those that can do it all are obviously getting help from parents and do not feal guilty about leaving there kids you and your husband sound just like me and mine the guilt eats away at me. I have just returned from the doctor who told me my tiredness was called kids no shit sherlock and kindly pointed out that my pill prescription was finished so here’s a top up you don’t need another one!! Hang in there mama in a few years time we will be crying for all other reasons!! Sending hugs xx

    • Reply Aisling May 17, 2016 at 6:27 pm

      I pnce screeched up to an out of hours surgery convinced I was having a heart attack… my arm hurt, I was having a constricting pain in my chest. After examining my vital signs, the dr pointed to the waiting room and my 3 running wild and said no wonder I was stressed… the mortification!

  • Reply Suzanne May 17, 2016 at 7:45 pm

    We are all in the same boat Aisling and I think I’ll try your throwing mushrooms trick every now & again – worth seeing the shock on all their faces & hopefully I’ll get a Chinese & glass of wine out of it !!!

  • Reply Carmel leahy May 17, 2016 at 8:09 pm

    I’ve just sat down for a re read this time without a 2 year old wailing I my ear..I seriously could have written this (again not as well as you) this sums up my life.great to know someone else feels the same . It ain’t easy!!!! Thank you for a great read.

  • Reply carla May 17, 2016 at 8:16 pm

    i know babes we are on d sat situation il b an emotional wreck in work sat an sun il need an anns an a lucazade haaaaa hope ur in xx

  • Reply Joan Wall May 23, 2016 at 4:57 pm

    Ah Aisling this publication is so well timed its like you have written it for me!!!! At this very moment I am on strike and have downed tools for two days! The house is well on its way to chaos (I strangely am unaffected by this) and I cant find a fresh school shirt for Salah tomorrow, I have plenty of time to rectify this but am not going to bother… we are human and lets be honest its tough to be a girl at the best of times, never mind being in a house of selfish Men. Loving my little revolution and will resume normal housekeeping and interest hopefully by Wednesday morning when my poor husband returns to work, happy to shut the door on me for another week. By the way your do an amazing Job at all facets of your life, and remember they were lucky it was only Mushrooms <3

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