The week where I forgot how to people

The week where I forgot how to people

It’s been a long weekend here. Even though I’d like to say we did something super exciting; we’ve spent it doing not much.

The days have passed with napping, lego and reading. We caught up with family on Saturday and ventured out into the crowds at Moomba yesterday. Husband is teaching Poss to play tennis, so there’s been lots of chasing balls down our driveway. Nothing much, nothing big, lots of little somethings.

We desperately needed a nothing weekend. It’s been a crazy few weeks. With big projects coming towards the pointy end for both of us, it’s meant that Husband’s been leaving long before the sun is up, and I’m returning after it’s gone down.

It’s resulted in us being ships passing in the night, Poss a life buoy bouncing between us. Husband goes to bed early, snuggling into bed with Poss, while I try and squeeze out every last second of the day before I hit the pillow later, sliding in on the other side. She holds onto us in her sleep, as if we might float away if she doesn’t.

He copes with it better than I do. I don’t know if it’s because he’s so able to just switch his mind off from work when he gets home, or if it’s just the result of working long hours for a long time. Either way, while he gets tired, he seems to still be able to hold it together.

By last Friday I was not holding it together. On the verge of tears for most of the day, the phrase highly strung, was probably an understatement. When a colleague recommended I go home and sleep for 12 hours, it was clear I wasn’t hiding my exhaustion from anyone.

We were fortunate enough that my mother in law was able to fly over and help last week. Meals were prepared, homework completed and the house just kept ticking over.

Having her here means I didn’t have to be a housewife for a week. Still a mum, always a mum (although some weeks, I’m better at it than others), but while she’s here I don’t have to worry about running out of toilet paper or bread, or what we’re having for dinner.

When I got home on Friday night, I was able to go straight to bed, not having to worry about anything other than how many hours I could fit in before I had to get up again. And we were able to simply enjoy this weekend, hanging about together without having to worry about if Poss’ school socks are clean or scrubbing the shower.

I’m not very good at asking for, or accepting, help. But in a week, where towards the end, I clearly totally forgot how to people, let alone adult, it made all the difference.

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  1. Kim Abbate says:

    We all forget how to people sometimes. The ONLY way out of it is to bunker down and hide until you’re ready to rejoin the world xx

  2. Gillian says:

    As you said, asked Ng for help is difficult. Please take care…and if your MIL wants a more tropical holiday, send her my way. Sending such big hugs your way you gorgeous lady. Xxx

  3. Gillian says:

    ^^^ asking not … asked Ng

  4. PatrickC says:

    Asking for help is hard because we all feel that we are letting the children and the family down. Sometimes I have days that I could flop into bed at 7pm and sleep for days.
    Ask and accept the help or your health will suffer. Burn out hurts.

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