Halfway Hair

As a child dinner time provided a slightly OCD focussed routine. I ate all the bits that didn’t appeal to my taste buds first, and saved my favourites until last. First came the peas, carrots and whatever green offering was provided, meat and potatoes were saved until last. My grandmother had shared her thigh enhancing dob of butter difference, which made potatoes my most favourite thing in the world.

When it comes to work I do the opposite. I pick all the fun things to do first. The meetings, the blog posts, the lunch reviews and the relocation calls. Anything that involves people contact goes straight to the top of the list. In the meantime invoices lay in draft folders, quotes are requested for the second time by clients, 135 emails are flagged in red, and google analytics presentations are half finished.

When it comes to Motherhood prioritizing goes out the window. There’s no list. The constant and never ending stream of requests slot in between logical thought. I am completely reactive. Some days are easy, perhaps even boring, mundane, and completely manageable. Others are just ridiculous. It’s fair to say that today is a shit show.

I am currently failing spectacularly at both parenting and work. I have 66 cupcakes to take to school today. It’s my own fault, instead of asking someone else for help I decided it was just easier to do it myself *insert maniacal laughter here*.

Twenty have already gone into school un-iced. Is there anything sadder than an un-iced cupcake?

As we were leaving this morning I announced to the children that I’d ice the cupcakes when I returned from a meeting and then bring them into school at recess.

The third little traveller eyed me suspiciously and began to put his 22 un-iced cupcakes on a tray “I’m not taking any chances, I’m taking mine now.” For a split second there was a feeing of shame, it was quickly erased with relief. Twenty two less to ice.

The first little traveller flies to Sri Lanka for a school camp tomorrow night, I’m pretty sure we’re okay with the list of needs but there’s a few last minute things: gardening gloves, bug spray, a rain coat and about 4 extra sets of clothing. Every day this week I’ve postponed our shopping trip.

“We’ve got all day on Thursday before you go” I assured her this morning.

“It’s cool Mum, it’s okay.”

She’s had years of training.

I know that in about two days the workload will ease and everything will return to a manageable pace, but in the meantime I am choosing to ignore a few things: my boys desperately need a haircut, the picture frames remain on the dining table not hung, the drycleaning not taken, the dogs hair matted, their toenails unclipped, the shoes not cleaned, the make-up not replaced (this morning I cut the tube open with scissors) and, well, I’m just going to stop with this list now, you’re bored and I’m getting dizzy.

As I stood yesterday in front of the mirror with the children’s blunt craft scissors in my hand, chopping away at my fringe while the children yelled “hurry up Mum!” from the bottom of the stairs, I began to laugh. I’d shaved under one arm, while the other had been forgotten.

I figure I’ll get to it by Friday.

  • vani saraswathi

    you make me feel better about myself. thank you. 🙂

    • http://shamozal.blogspot.com Kirsty Rice 4kids20suitcases

      Anytime Vani, I specialize in making other people feel better about themselves. 🙂

  • Kylie

    Agree, agree, agree! Great post, thanks for the laugh.

  • Jo Carroll

    Mums around the world will identify with this! (And if they don’t – are they just kidding themselves. Or maybe they can afford Help. The rest of us are real.)

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026987107815016616 4 kids, 20 suitcases and a beagle

    you make me feel better about myself. thank you. 🙂

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026987107815016616 4 kids, 20 suitcases and a beagle

    Agree, agree, agree! Great post, thanks for the laugh.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026987107815016616 4 kids, 20 suitcases and a beagle

    Mums around the world will identify with this! (And if they don’t – are they just kidding themselves. Or maybe they can afford Help. The rest of us are real.)

  • http://Www.karenmainonline.com/ Karen Main

    I giggled away as I quickly perused my own growing mound of “tasks I will get to” that threaten to take over my kitchen. Then my eyes bulged at the visual of you trimming your fringe and I fell off my chair laughing at your armpits. Priceless as always.

    • http://shamozal.blogspot.com Kirsty Rice 4kids20suitcases

      And the craft scissors were sticky, i’m guessing glue. 🙂

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026987107815016616 4 kids, 20 suitcases and a beagle

    I giggled away as I quickly perused my own growing mound of “tasks I will get to” that threaten to take over my kitchen. Then my eyes bulged at the visual of you trimming your fringe and I fell off my chair laughing at your armpits. Priceless as always.

  • http://claireyhewitt.blogspot.com/ ClaireyHewitt

    Throw in a dance concert and me trying to work out how to do curls (burning my ear and then my neck with a hot curling iron) and you have my life. One month to go. I am ready. (not really)

    • http://shamozal.blogspot.com Kirsty Rice 4kids20suitcases

      Oh God, the dreaded dance concert. We did 4 years of dance concerts in North America. Waking up at 6am to dress our little girls as cheap hookers (there was a lot of make-up and sequins) for their 5 minutes on stage. The flashbacks are giving me shivers as I type. Having said that, I pulled out the dvd last time I was home – so so cute.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026987107815016616 4 kids, 20 suitcases and a beagle

    Throw in a dance concert and me trying to work out how to do curls (burning my ear and then my neck with a hot curling iron) and you have my life. One month to go. I am ready. (not really)

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026987107815016616 4 kids, 20 suitcases and a beagle

    Oh God, the dreaded dance concert. We did 4 years of dance concerts in North America. Waking up at 6am to dress our little girls as cheap hookers (there was a lot of make-up and sequins) for their 5 minutes on stage. The flashbacks are giving me shivers as I type. Having said that, I pulled out the dvd last time I was home – so so cute.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026987107815016616 4 kids, 20 suitcases and a beagle

    And the craft scissors were sticky, i’m guessing glue. 🙂

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026987107815016616 4 kids, 20 suitcases and a beagle

    Anytime Vani, I specialize in making other people feel better about themselves. 🙂

  • The fizzy shagpile

    My task that I can’t quite get to is washing my hair. At the very least it will be done on Saturday morning (in a rush) before the end of year concert. 7 days isn’t too bad, is it?

    • http://shamozal.blogspot.com Kirsty Rice 4kids20suitcases

      Dry shampoo – it’s life changing 😉

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026987107815016616 4 kids, 20 suitcases and a beagle

    My task that I can’t quite get to is washing my hair. At the very least it will be done on Saturday morning (in a rush) before the end of year concert. 7 days isn’t too bad, is it?

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026987107815016616 4 kids, 20 suitcases and a beagle

    Dry shampoo – it’s life changing 😉

  • Sarah-Jane

    I contemplated only shaving one leg the other day (its snowing so they don’t see daylight and hubby is in Kazakhstan) but then I thought I might be in a crash due to the icy roads so I better do the other one….you know…in case my jeans are cut off and my one-legged shave is exposed – tis the silly season 😉

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026987107815016616 4 kids, 20 suitcases and a beagle

    I contemplated only shaving one leg the other day (its snowing so they don’t see daylight and hubby is in Kazakhstan) but then I thought I might be in a crash due to the icy roads so I better do the other one….you know…in case my jeans are cut off and my one-legged shave is exposed – tis the silly season 😉