Today I was publicly shamed for not keeping up with my housework. Stood having a bit of a chat in the playground, waiting for the bell to go, one of the mums exclaimed that she’d got some housework done on her day off and the hubs was complaining he’d spent it doing jobs round the house. “God I wish I had more time to clean up” I said. “I’ve got 3 full laundry baskets full of dirty washing even though I’ve been doing 2 loads a day!”. Cue us laughing about never ironing anything and me admitting I love pinafore dresses because you can hide a multitude of sins, coco pops and toothpaste stains. Then one of the mums looks at me in horror and exclaims “shame on you!” and proceeds to tell me how naughty I am that I don’t keep on top of the housework. I reply that I have 3 kids, one under 6 months old, and to be honest I just don’t have the time to keep the house up to scratch. She replies that she has 2 kids AND a full time job and she manages to keep a spotless house. The bell goes and the conversation is cut short before I can reply, but in my head I’m thinking a million different responses I could have said if a) I was more confrontational and b) thought it wouldn’t have ended unpleasantly. The fact is, there are so many things I could have said, but all of them would make me sound like either I’m not coping, or I was looking for sympathy, and I’m neither.
The fact that I’m breast feeding a snack feeder who feeds every 1 1/2 hours, or the fact he’s velcro baby when he’s teething and won’t be put down without crying.
The fact that having 3 kids means no matter how often I do laundry, there’s permanently baskets of the damn stuff piling up and it never goes down.
The fact that I have kids with eczema and asthma, who need their bed sheets changed more regularly than most, which makes the laundry situation even worse.
The fact that I still suffer from anxiety for various different reasons and don’t cope well being at home alone for days on end so end up escaping out the house, meaning the housework slides.
The fact that I have 3 kids with allergies, all different, meaning I have to cook 3 different dinners, breakfasts, lunches/packed lunches every day which means my kitchen is permanently a bomb site because the dishwasher is loaded and unloaded twice a day and the sink permanently has pots and pans in it.
The fact that I’m trying to be a mum, a photographer, take artwork commissions, author a blog, keep up 4 Instagram accounts admin 3 Facebook pages and 2 Facebook groups for allergies and eczema, and keep up with being class rep, homework, dates, classes, clubs for 2 different schools, on top of all the usual life admin that goes with running a household.
The fact that I’m permanently exhausted because I co sleep with baby, my 4 year old never sleeps through, and we’re usually up at 5:30am meaning I just don’t have the damn energy to blitz the house even if I do find the time, so sometimes I choose to just sit and watch Riverdale on Netflix instead of cleaning the damn bathroom because why the hell shouldn’t I?!
I could have said all of that. But I didn’t. Because it’s no one else’s damn business. Because I shouldn’t have to defend myself. Because actually I think I’m coping bloody well given I’m 5 months in to a family of 5 and I’ve escaped the dreaded post natal depression this time and am actually quite goddamn proud of myself. And despite it all, and despite me knowing she’s wrong and it’s ok to be 5 months in to maternity leave and have a house that’s a tip, I still feel shit.
Words carry weight. They have an effect on others. Why do we as mums think it’s ok to look down our noses at other mums who aren’t parenting and living to our own standards? We teach our children to be kind and empathetic, yet some of us can’t manage to demonstrate these qualities ourselves? When someone says they’re struggling, why is it ok to respond with scorn instead of asking if they need help? Why judge when you can be compassionate? No one knows other people’s truth. That mum who’s always late and forgets everything may have lots going on at home you don’t know about. The mum who always bails on birthday parties may be suffering from crippling anxiety. It’s so easy to judge when you aren’t living in someone else’s shoes.
But. There is always a silver lining. Thanks to one person’s inability to show empathy, it resulted in others mums being so kind and lovely, offering to come hold baby or meet up for a cuppa. Which kind of made everything ok again and restored my faith in humanity a little!
I guess the point of this is to say, be KIND. Don’t JUDGE. We are all trying to keep our heads above water, keep our kids fed, happy and in one piece. So if the carpet has crumbs, there’s pots in the sink, and the laundry is overflowing, don’t beat yourself up over it. It’s NORMAL. Anyone who tells you otherwise is lying. Because if their house is spotless, I can guarantee it’s at the expense of something else. Something always has to give. We’re not super human. And that’s OK. I’m ok.