Attempting to embrace the disorganisation of Motherhood
I used to organise the running of a department as my day job. A department of 42 people. I was always highly commended on my organisational skills, my time keeping, my careful eye for detail. So you’d think organising one baby would be a doddle right? Right?!
Wrong. Organisation has become a thing of the past. Disorganised is now my middle name. I honestly don’t know how anyone with children is ever on time! I start getting Busby ready to leave about an hour before we have to be out of the door, which includes packing her changing bag, sterilising any bottles we need to take with us, and preparing food, but something always happens just before I open the front door…or, as has happened once before, when the front door is open and I’m halfway down the stairs with the pram.
<INSERT AWKWARD ACTIVITY HERE>
– She throws up over herself
– She throws up over me
– She throws up over both of us
– She poos
– She projectile poos everywhere (see this post for that lovely story)
– She decides she’s hungry
How do people ever manage to be on time with two children? Or three?? It’s hard enough with one little monkey!
I hope (and pray) this will get easier as she gets older, or as I get used to having to remember 101 items plus baby before shutting the front door (As the front door shuts: “Oh, smurf! My keys!”), as I don’t think my nerves can take much more disorganisation and lateness! Or perhaps I just need to try and chill out, embrace the disorganisation, and just accept that *grits teeth* I’m going to be late most of the time.