It’s dark. The pitter patters of little feet run down the hall. Oomph! Two boys jump on me in my slumber. I check the time – 5:45am. The start of another day. But wait a minute; it’s not another ordinary day. It’s Mum’s day off!
I check for pooey nappies, and then herd the boys back to their bedroom.
“Reading time!” I announce cheerily, lugging the crate of books into the room.
I close the door and rush back to bed. Cuddle time with my husband until 6:30am – bliss!
Breakfast, followed by the usual brushing teeth ordeal.
In the car at 7:30am. Drive ten minutes to their day-care centre. Sign the boys in and kiss and cuddle them goodbye. I wave to my three and three quarter year old and my 21 month old.
Out the door around 8am. Mum’s Day Off begins!
First item of business – changing the music in my car. I’m showing my age – “Amy Grant’s greatest hits” instead of Colin Buchanan. I love his music, but we play his album in the car constantly, and his DVD at home. “Canan on,” requests Ethan, my nearly two year old. And when asked which song they would like us to sing at bedtime, it’s always, “Do baa baa”.
Amy Grant takes me back to being 16. Listening to her love ballads and dreaming of romance.
I pull out of the parking lot and breathe. Ahh. As my friend, Sheree puts it, “A day to do things on your time schedule, rather than the kids’.”
No jumping on the trampoline. No fruit for morning tea at 9:30/10am. No outside play and getting dirty in the sandpit. No lunch has to be 11:30am/12pm. No getting the boys down for quiet time/nap. No movie time and iPad game time for my three year old. No deciding if I can give them afternoon snacks or won’t they eat their dinner? No...
Oh. Wait a minute. I’d better go pick them up!
So what can I cram into my day off?
Back at home, it’s hanging out washing and vacuuming. Then heading to the shops for a few items. Putting on my swimmers for a beach swim. Shaving my legs in peace. Maybe have a friend over for lunch or take lunch to her place. Squeeze in a Nanna nap. Some reading. A chat with God.
Mum’s Day Off.
Refreshed after some “me” time, I pick my sons up and hold them tight. Sometimes Mum’s Day Off can be busier than a regular day. I find a new appreciation for days with the boys where we play together. Jumping on the trampoline, pushing Ethan on his trike, doing puzzles with Matty, reading stories, stopping to sit and eat, and enjoying the routine.
Thank-you, Father, for my children. Thank-you for our home that you’ve given me to care for. Thank-you for my husband, who goes out to work to provide our needs. Thank-you for your constant companionship. Not just Mum’s Day Off, but every day.
“Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with your might”, Ecclesiastes 9:10a