Perfect mother, perfect wife?!

So, I started the day determined for it to be one of those days when I got it all right.  A rare breed indeed.  Following Tom Hodgkinson's idle parenting guidelines, while my husband went off to work, I let the kids play together in my daughter's room and I slept in till 10 am relatively blissfully, bar having to shout "shut it!" and "stop fighting or you're getting punished!" a few times over the monitor.  I find this sleeping in business makes for a much better mother over the course the day and I try to do it at least twice a week.  Whenever I can, I keep Tuesdays and Thursdays as pyjama days.  We lie in, take some time for cuddles in bed and perhaps a story or two, then I throw a tracksuit on, brush my teeth and it's time for brunch.  Anyway, I digress.  Having had my lie in, I got a couple of loads on, tidied up, fed the kids, cleaned up the aftermath and took them out to the park.  I even found time to unload the dish washer, wash the pots and prepare supper!

Needless to say, I was feeling rather pleased with myself and after having got the kids to bed at a decent hour too, managed to spend a relaxing evening on the sofa with the old hubby.  When we finally prised our asses off the sofa, I commented to him that for once I felt as though I had actually managed to be the perfect mother and the perfect wife for one day.  His response: "you would have been if you'd taken me to bed earlier and shagged me!"  There's no pleasing some people and while it may be possible to be the perfect wife and the perfect mother (it's not, but one can dream), one thing is for sure, it is impossible to be both those things on the same day.  Good, now that we've established that, I can stop trying and re-read the Idle Parent!

By Mummy Dearest