Love, bubs and life on our little farm

I am a good scientist. But I am a terrible housewife.. which is absolutely fine by me. As many wonderful outspoken women have pointed out before me, I did not marry a house anyway. In fact pre-kids, I was so adament that we shared duties that my husband washed his own clothes and I washed mine. Jase ironed his own workshirts, was the main cook and we cleaned the house and did the groceries together on a Saturday morning.

So swap to me being on maternity leave - suddenly I had nothing to do work-wise so I took on the house as my "work" as I go crazy unless I am busy. I cooked, I cleaned all surfaces inside and out, I shopped with a newborn in tow, I washed everyones clothes and I even tried to iron.

However, cleaning is not a skill of mine. Jase would quietly reiron his workshirt in the morning before dressing for work. My cooking often fails more than it shines. I don't change the bed sheets often enough or wash the towels properly so they are light and fluffy. I have set fire to a number of tea towels, dropped bleach on the bathroom rugs and often get distracted by jobs for the horses and outside in preference to inside. I will quite happily hang the clothes out on the line and proceed to let them be rained on for four or so days... And I still to this day have no idea where my husbands clothes and underwear go in the cupboards - I still draw the line at folding and putting away his clothes.

Now I am part time at work and I guess part time at looking after the house. Its a strange balance as I wear blinkers on my work days and think as long as the kitchen looks sort of clean ie no unwashed dishes then its perfectly respectable. But come my first day at home, Thursdays and my "house" eyes open and I freak at how nasty and messy the house truly is - a toddler and two indoor cats tend to do that. So for a couple of hours on Thursday, I will straighten, grocery shop and wipe etc and even iron (in front of my selected internet tv show to watch of course - currently Project Runway). Its not pretty - today included peeling stained cat food sodden newspaper from off the floor, picking dried custard off my lovely dining chairs and discovering a huge sticky bright pink spill of "something" all over a white cupboard that had inticed but then trapped a huge amount of ants...

I honestly thought that being a "mum" made you good at this sort of stuff but I am still waiting for my domestic goddess side to kick in. I also thought I would maybe like being a stay at home mum but I HATED it. Honestly even two days a week is a little tedious and I go out of my way to fill it with activities and chores to run.

But I am proud to say that my horses and other animal are well cared for and loved. Oh and the toddler too ;)