Quality time

If I’m honest, I really struggle being a working Mammy. I’ve been back at work almost a year and I can’t seem to find my balance. I feel like most of the time I’m chasing my tail and charging around like a complete lunatic. Expat Daddy works long hard hours with conference call at ridiculous O’clock too. So weekends tend to be chilled out in this house. With the weather cooling in Dubai there’s less pressure to be “busy” every weekend. We are able to use the garden and the pool and it’s  a lot less expensive.

This weekend, Friday was a bit of a write off, we crashed at home and I think most of us stayed in our Pj’s until we went for a swim in the late afternoon sun. We built Lego, played games and Daddy and I took turns to snooze on the couch, while the kids watched Pokémon and Barbie life in the dream house! Bad parents? Maybe we are Maybe we’re not, but we needed it.

Saturday was a different story, Miss C had a birthday party at Splash n Party so we took LPV along too and that had a great morning, doing what they love the most and that’s playing in the water, oh and eating cake!

A previous conversation that morning had gone a little like this……………..EPD: Do you want to go to the golf? Me: Umm………NO, EPD: Ok I’ll take LPV!

So off they both went to the DP World tour LPV had great fun with his Daddy and got to work on his swing

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While the boys were golfing Miss C and I went for a pamper, a while ago I had promised her I would get her nails painted. Although I draw the line at this one time and there will certainly be NO make up from Santa!! So your first mani/pedi should be done in style so we skipped on down to The Hello Kitty Spa in Town Centre Jumeirah. Now anyone who knows me, knows I hate this bloody cat as much as I hate Peppa Pig, however you’ve got to take one for the team as a Mammy. She was so excited and her little face lit up like a christmas tree when we arrived. She put on her special robe I had a matching one too and chose her colours.

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The ladies in the Spa made such a fuss over her, she had her feet soaked and a “lovely masfarge” her words, not mine! Sat there like princess and ordered herself a chocolate Hello Kitty cupcake, although she did ask me if I wanted a coffee too. It’s hard to believe that my baby has grown up so much. She a proper wee lady now, with a total grown up attitude sometimes. The whole afternoon was just perfect and I will cherish it, as most of the time I feel stressed when I’m Sunday to Thursday Mammy. However, they both got to spend some time with the parents that we both strive to be all the time. Hope they both remember we’re not that bad really.

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Bonding

Its’ been bothering me quite a lot lately that my wee man is obsessed with his daddy, why shouldn’t he be he has an amazing daddy. Bothering is putting it lightly tho, today I didn’t want to get out of bed to look after a child that what I felt didn’t love me. I know full well they all go through phases so everyone’s keeps telling me but everyone also keep telling me “when they’re ill they want their mammies” Do they?? Mine doesn’t!!

I bonded with LPV the minute I saw the “pregnant” window on my test. I read to him, sang to him, rubbed my tummy at 5am when he got the most horrendous hiccups inside me but the lack of breast-feeding, the PND and the fact I spent more time pumping milk than feeding my newborn bothers me and it always will. I didn’t get to do every feed to look down at gaze lovingly at him while he was feeding, expatdaddy got to do that while I expressed for the next feed, so I could at least get some sleep between feeds. Whenever LPV cries for his daddy all this come rushing back and it breaks my heart. I know full well I’m being silly and I know full well he’s loves me but I can’t help it.

Today I thought I’m not going to dwell on this, I did something about it. He’s poorly with a cough, cold and is dribbling for Ireland with those wretched teeth. So we stayed in warm and cosy and I let him do whatever he wanted, I didn’t force encourage him to play with playdough or colour cos that what other children do. If he wanted to play on the Elmo app on my phone he did, he wanted to watch the Gruffalo, he did but all the while I was there by his side, talking and laughing with him as usual but with my mind completely focused on the task at hand, minus the running commentary in my head about when I’ll cook dinner, have time to blog….. We shared a bath had lots of bedtime stories and cuddles, He even ate his dinner*does victory dance*

So I’ll go to bed tonight happier, he’s going to wake, at the moment it’s inevitable and if he calls for daddy, I will roll over smuggly and go back to sleep, knowing not to give this stupid feeling anymore thought
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