Now, not being the most mushy of people, the first day of school was never likely to make me cry. And it didn’t. And, to be honest, I didn’t really see anyone else crumpled over in a corner, sniffling over their first born’s school jumper and mumbling about missing their little angel. Perhaps I live in a particularly cold and heartless area?
To make me seem more squishy though, this is my four year old holding his girlfriend’s hand on the way in:
*Almost* cute – even for a cold hearted monster like m’good self.
But, to get to the point – I’m off work this week. HURRAH. We only got back from holiday on Monday (more on that in future posts I should imagine – I’m still firmly in recovery and blanking it out mode) and because of my ooooooodles of upcoming maternity leave induced holiday, I thought I’d take the rest of the week off – and see the little rat through his first few days at school. Not such a bad mummy afterall, eh?
So, to be mildly controversial, how is this not the easy life? I dropped him at school at 8.30am, I now have nothing to do until 3pm. *high five*. How can any right minded individual claim that being a housewife (or is Manager of Domestic Premises the PC term now?) is not easier than going to work? I’ve now got nearly 6 bonus hours of time that I normally wouldn’t have, and even after picking him up, I’ll have another 4 hours of bonus time at home (albeit with a nasty child in tow).
So, non working mothers (and fathers) – you have no excuse not to:
1. Have a pristine, beautiful and freshly dusted home
2. Have warm (maybe hot?) and nutritious home cooked meals ready for your darling children and other halves each evening
3. Look beautifully manicured and ready for a daily ravishing.
Quite obviously, I will be doing none of the above as I’m really a man and there’s copious episodes of Homes Under the Hammer and Heir Hunters to watch.
And in any case, I’m only trying this out for 3 days.
Right, time for another cup of tea, oh, and maybe a snacklet.
Bad Mummy x x x