Sunday, 13 June 2010

She came in through the bathroom window: why having children dooms you to a life of physical and emotional exhaustion

I was having an online chat with a friend who has two small children and she mentioned that they woke up every day at 5am.

At first I empathised with my poor sleep-deprived friend. But then I thought, what about me?

Last weekend, my eldest daughter Precious Princess (PP) crawled in through the bathroom window at 5am (she'd lost her front-door key -again).

Prior to this, I went to bed at around 11pm, woke at 2am to check if she was home, sent her a text (where are you?) to which there was no reply, called her mobile and left a message (why don't you ever answer your phone, where are you?), sent another text (why do you always do this to me? I am worried sick. You could be dead and lying by the side of the road somewhere) and left another message (do you realise how stressed this makes me? all I ask is that you call me. I can't do this anymore. where are you?).

At around 5am, I received a text message: home. safe. nightie night XXX.

My partner Spanner had to get up at 5.30am, so there wasn't much point going back to sleep. When Spanner went downstairs, he discovered a trail of dirt that started on the bathroom window ledge and ended at PP's bedroom door, which was firmly closed and remained closed (so, I'm led to believe) until early that afternoon.

As I explained to my friend, at least when they're little you have the energy to cope with them. But when they're older, you're older too.

The moral to this story is, once you have kids you will always be exhausted. And then you die.

PS: If you happen to find a key, it probably belongs to my front door.
PPS: I believe this is karma; I am being paid back for all the horrible things I did to my parents when I was PP's age.


Anita Joy said...

Aaack, don't want to think about the teen years!! But would love to hear some stories about yours ;o)

Shayne said...

I was horrible. Having said that, my parents didn't seem to worry too much about my all-nighters.

I reckon boys have to be easier.


Anonymous said...

LOL, Shayne.
'And then you die'. chuckle. But really I shouldn't laugh because I was the same at that age as well. I so don't want my boys to grow up. *Shudder*
Tam :-))

Shayne said...

Hi Tam - your turn will come!

Carol F said...

Sorry boys aren't easier - it's all the same they are your kids... and when they come home as adults you still worry. The good news... when you go out and don't come till late and they are staying at your house, they worry about you!! (mother of 3 adults - 2 men! 1 woman)

Shayne said...

words of wisdom and experience from a motherhood expert