I am back!
Hi all, after a very long break I am finally able to get back to my laptop and type away about the last developments of my forced home rest.
Well the first thing to say is that this is not rest at all, I can guaranteed you! Last week my parents went back to Brussels, my husband back to work and Nora had school vacation. This dropped me into my personal form of hell on earth, being an housewife with two stay at home children. I have to say that the experience was overwhelming at first. I was holding on to all my mental strength to actually trying to make it through the day. In a few days I realize that either I would let myself be committed to a mental institution or get my act together and manage to cope with the situation better.
Somebody told me that I surely wanted to enjoy being with my children. This kind of statements always makes you feel guilty. Every good mother wants to be with her children right? But then my critical conscience kicks in again and I think, .....what the heck why should my husband not have to enjoy all this as well? The whining of a baby, the obnoxious negotiations of a six years hold and the impossible multitasking (playing footbal with Nora, cuddle Oliver, take the wash out of the washer and prepare lunch all at the same time) every day all over again for ten hours a day. Nobody is asking him whether he feels he is missing on something. Of course one of the reasons why I love my husband is because he is a smart man, he knows better than to think that I am the lucky one!
Now combine all the above mentioned amenities with all kind of breastfeeding related health issues and you can start to appreciate the extent of my misery. How unkindly has this successfull professional fallen(remember the movie Baby Boom?). Unlike the movie I am not going to become a millionaire by creating my own brand of gourmet baby food. I will hold on tight for the next eleven weeks and then I will try to go back to my previous life. Unless this blog catches the attention of a major magazine and I become a famous blogger....
Well the first thing to say is that this is not rest at all, I can guaranteed you! Last week my parents went back to Brussels, my husband back to work and Nora had school vacation. This dropped me into my personal form of hell on earth, being an housewife with two stay at home children. I have to say that the experience was overwhelming at first. I was holding on to all my mental strength to actually trying to make it through the day. In a few days I realize that either I would let myself be committed to a mental institution or get my act together and manage to cope with the situation better.
Somebody told me that I surely wanted to enjoy being with my children. This kind of statements always makes you feel guilty. Every good mother wants to be with her children right? But then my critical conscience kicks in again and I think, .....what the heck why should my husband not have to enjoy all this as well? The whining of a baby, the obnoxious negotiations of a six years hold and the impossible multitasking (playing footbal with Nora, cuddle Oliver, take the wash out of the washer and prepare lunch all at the same time) every day all over again for ten hours a day. Nobody is asking him whether he feels he is missing on something. Of course one of the reasons why I love my husband is because he is a smart man, he knows better than to think that I am the lucky one!
Now combine all the above mentioned amenities with all kind of breastfeeding related health issues and you can start to appreciate the extent of my misery. How unkindly has this successfull professional fallen(remember the movie Baby Boom?). Unlike the movie I am not going to become a millionaire by creating my own brand of gourmet baby food. I will hold on tight for the next eleven weeks and then I will try to go back to my previous life. Unless this blog catches the attention of a major magazine and I become a famous blogger....
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