A Mothers Ramblings: Anything you can do I can do better...

Sunday, 4 July 2010

Anything you can do I can do better...

This post was previously published at Baby Budgeting on March 5th 2010, as part of a blog swap. It was a post that I really enjoyed writing and having been out for the day yesterday at CyberMummy, it held true for when I got home last night!

If I were asked to define myself I would say I was a Stay-at-Home-Mummy. Technically I am a Work-at-Home-Mummy but I don't really count my job as work as it is a lot of fun. Plus whilst I'm working I am normally playing with Baby Boy or watching him play or Tweeting or reading blogs... you get the picture right?

Last Tuesday I took a day off of being a SAHM. Daddy took the day off and dealt with the school run and looking after Baby Boy for the day. As I went swanning off to London I was worrying. I was worried that Baby Boy was going to scream the house down when he realised that I wasn't around and then hate me forever more, I was worried that I didn't have my security of my four walls or my label of SAHM.


I didn't need to worry though as when Daddy and Baby Boy picked me up from the train station later that day, Baby Boy flashed me a smile to let me know that he didn't hate me for leaving him and was very interested in the bag of goodies that I was carrying.

When I walked in the front door I could tell that something was different.

A quick glance round the living room showed that the floor was hoovered. The clean clothes that had been dumped on the back of the sofa by me weren't there. Oh my Goodness was it true? There were no toys spilled across the floor...

I went to the kitchen. The kitchen was shiny. There were no dishes on the side or in the sink. The washing machine was running and there were no piles of colour sorted washing on the Kitchen floor.

That evening as I worked I questioned Daddy on what he had done hour by hour. Minute by minute. He had done all the household chores for the day, he had run some errands, he had played with Baby Boy.

He had done more chores in one day than I had gotten round to in the last week. He was a better me than I was.

I shall now have to work hard at being a better him than he is. Now, where's that copy of FHM...