Super Mum I hear you say, no way!!. That can’t be right. I couldn’t believe it either!!!. My name and Super Mum have never been used in the same sentence, at least in a positive way!!. We have just finished up 2 weeks of school holidays and here is an outline of how I briefly became a Super Mum but crashed and burned out even quicker…………
The first week started off well, my son had a sleepover & a birthday party so I took my 3 girls & one of our neighbours to the local park. I met one of my lovely neighbours who I have never met before & we all walked to the park together chatting away happily. The sun was shining & it was a beautiful day. The kids had a great time at the park & there was another local family there who are lovely so all the kids played together whilst the mummies chatted. Overall a great afternoon.
That night Darling 1 had a sleepover at her friend’s house and the day finished on a happy note.
Because the first day was great, I decided to take the older two kids out the next day whilst the younger twins were at childcare. They both invited a friend & we had a great day at the pools followed by lunch & a play at Maccas. What more could you ask for?. After dropping the kid’s friend’s home, we picked the younger twins up & they were in very good moods. We went to the local water park & had a play before going home again. Once we got home I cooked dinner for the family & we had a nice normal night at home & my son had a friend sleep over.
Day 3 saw just the older twins & I home and I had an assignment that I had to get done. I spoke to the kids & told them it was really important for mummy to have some peace & quiet so I could concentrate & belt this assignment out in one sitting. They were great, they left me alone for 3 1/2 hours & I managed to just get everything done. To thank them for behaving & to get out of the house, I took them to our local cafe & we had milkshakes & a snack. Both kids were in a great mood and low & behold, there was no fighting. These kids could fight underwater with a mouthful of sand each. Nothing stops them & they are at each other constantly. It’s such a drainer to be refereeing non-stop fighting but not this day, they were little angels and I thoroughly enjoyed spending this time with them.
The good behaviour continued for the rest of the afternoon & when the younger girls got home, the older two took them out in the backyard & played on the trampoline with them & pushed them on the swings. I was in the kitchen preparing dinner & I could hear squeals of delight & laughing. It honestly made my heart swell. I felt so happy with my children & my life.
A thought randomly popped into my head ‘Am I becoming a Super Mum?? (not to be confused with a Perfect Mum!!), holy moly I think I am!!. I have managed play dates, sleepovers, not only my 4 kids but friends also, not yelled at my kids, child care pick-ups & drop offs, managed to complete an assignment, kept everyone fed, watered, bathed & dressed & best part of all, they were enjoying themselves. I’d even been told how loved I was by the children. This is what is was all about, the elusive Super Mum status. I was feeling pretty pleased with myself (and maybe a little bit smug) as I went to bed that night. I had many unrealistic thoughts about continuing this Super Mum status. Little did I know………
The following day one of the younger twins was miserable. She kept pulling at her ear and was crying and very clingy. I made an appointment with our Dr and Alice refused to go without my Aunty (who comes over every Thursday) and I had to go also which meant that I had to take the other 3 kids with me. I’m sure we looked liked a bunch of ferals walking into the Drs office all 6 of us. Alice had a middle ear infection & was prescribed antibiotics. The poor darling was miserable. We had a sleepless night, having to force her to swallow her medicines every couple of hours & trying to keep on top of the pain. As young kids do, she came good pretty quickly & was back to being her usual self in a day or so.
The next night I was fast asleep in bed & my son came stumbling in, in the early hours of the morning. I was woken up by him saying ‘Mum I’m not feeling well’ & he then proceeded to vomit ALL over the bedroom floor. Of course I was the one on my hands & knees cleaning vomit out of the carpet at 3am, trying not to vomit myself. I did however, learn a priceIess trick, if you put ALOT of Vick’s Vaporub under your nostrils, you can’t smell the vomit therefore making it so much easier to clean up. I can handle most bodily secretions (only from my own children). Poo & Wee don’t bother me in the slightest, boogers can depending on how disgusting they are but without fail, I cannot handle vomit. Especially the stinky acidic chunky vomit my children tend to produce. I didn’t even consider washing the towels I had used to clean up the carpet. They were straight in the bin along with my son’s vomit stained Pajamas.
After the first vom, my son was fine to use a bucket or take himself off to the toilet. He wanted me to sleep with him which I did and he was up and down & tossing and turning due to stomach cramps & was pretty miserable so neither of us slept very much at all. He spent the next day on the couch, pale as a ghost with his bucket beside him. He wanted me to lay with him which I tried my hardest to do but I was the only adult home & still had the Stage 2 Threenagers to contend with & their litany of demands (The Stage 2 Threenager) along with my older daughter who is no trouble, but does need to eat & needs me to help her with things. During all this I was also airing the house out because the smell of vomit was overwhelming. I was also scrubbing my vomit stained carpet & trying to anti bac all surfaces, toilets etc so nobody else got sick.
Come the end of the weekend, I was feeling very tired. My husband had been away for the weekend renovating a house which meant I was home with all 4 kids alone & had missed out on many many hours of valuable sleep nursing my sick children (and cleaning up vomit!!)
We were halfway there!. After having 2 sick kids in week one, I wanted to keep this week pretty low key. I am unable to separate the days as I did in the first week because they all seemed to blend into each other in a jumble of sickness, sleep deprivation, anxiety and a fair bit of frustration thrown in too oh and not to forget the vile smell of vomit. It was haunting me.
My son was feeling better & was back to being his delightful self & my daughter who had the ear infection was feeling better. Day 1 of week 2 was spent at home with the 4 darlings bouncing off the walls, fighting with each other, making mess everywhere. I didn’t want to take them out whilst two of them had been unwell because I didn’t want to compromise their already weak immune systems and I didn’t want to pass their germs on to anyone else either.
I was hoping to maybe get a nap in somewhere that day but instead spent the day refereeing fights, cleaning up constant mess, lots of water being spilled all over the floor (that’s the 3 year olds), food wrappers everywhere, screaming, squealing & just really bad behaviour. By the end of the day I was ready to pack the car & leave home.
I decided I would book the older twins into the crazily expensive holiday program on Wednesday (it’s cheaper than an inpatient stay in hospital), they were going on an excursion to Inflatable World & I knew they would both love to go. The younger twins have childcare on Wednesday so I would get to go to the toilet alone, shower for longer than 2 minutes & without the younger two in the bathroom screaming and yelling & the older two sitting outside the bathroom door fighting loudly enough for me to hear & waiting for me to get back out again. A bit of respite was exactly what I needed & that would give me the chance to regroup & put myself in a position to get through the rest of the holidays & make them enjoyable for the kids. When I rang up to book them in there was only 1 spot left, I almost broke down in tears then & there. I booked my son in & explained that he had a twin sister who would really love to go too & to please let me know if there were any cancellations. The girl very politely told me there was slim to no chance of anyone cancelling but she would make a note of it.
I took a few deep breaths & tried to put my Positive Penelope hat on. The babies had child care the next day which meant I would only have the older two home the next day. Even though I knew they would fight relentlessly, they are able to get their own water, snacks, make a sandwich, turn the tv on etc. I just had to keep them away from each other. If they behaved themselves in the morning I would take them out in the afternoon to alleviate the boredom and do something fun with them.
That night saw another sleepless night with the younger twins. They both wanted to sleep in our bed or wanted me to sleep in their beds so there was alot of bed hopping, carrying babies back to bed whilst asleep & all kinds of shenanigans. By the time the sun rose, I’d had hardly any sleep (again) but decided to get up, get moving & get the younger twins ready for childcare.
Once the girls woke up, I gave them their milk, showered & dressed them, fed them breakfast & was just getting ready to leave when Darling 4 came in the room & just randomly vomited. She has excellent aim, she managed to get not only myself but the couch , floor tiles & the rug also. FML, more disgusting vomit to clean up. I pulled out the trusty old Vick’s Vaporub & got to cleaning & scrubbing. I also showered Alice again & got her settled into a clean pair of pjs. This meant I was going to have 3 kids home & what a day it was. In between vomits, the 8-year olds were competing to see who could be the worst behaved child in the family & who could make me crack first. Everywhere I went I could smell vomit, germs & sickness & I was dying to get out.
I finally rang my husband in the afternoon sobbing my heart out telling him I needed a break. Even just a trip to the local supermarket after dinner. I just needed to be alone and to have some personal space. We discussed planning for the next round of holidays better than we had these ones with him working 7 days a week and me stuck home with sick kids. I’m still getting used to not having my mum here and was missing her more than ever. It wasn’t the practical support I was missing but the friendship and emotional support. After I got off the phone to my husband I was literally ready to find a corner to start rocking in & my phone rang. It was the holiday program telling me that someone had cancelled & there was another space for my daughter to also go on the excursion the next day. Crisis averted!!!. Alice was good as gold by mid-afternoon so I had my fingers crossed that everyone would be okay for the next day and do you know what?, they all were!!! I was so excited!!.
I dropped everyone off early & came home, took a long bath and went back to bed. Thank god for my fellow blogger & bestie Amira (Find Amira Here) she lives on the other side of the world so there are 15 hours difference on our clocks & I spent quite a bit of time debriefing & whinging about school holidays. It was just what I needed, followed by a long and uninterrupted sleep. Thank goodness for some alone time to recharge my batteries!!
Everyone came home happy on Wednesday, there wasn’t a sick child in sight and we had a lovely day with my aunty the next day. The older kids were rapt to see her because they usually only see her for a short amount of time in the afternoon after school. We all had lunch together and enjoyed each other’s company.
The last official day of the holidays arrived and it started off as well as could be. Hallelujah!!. The younger girls went to child care and the older two both had an activity on so low and behold I was going to get some more alone time. I couldn’t believe it. If I was able (and not 40 years old), I would have cartwheeled up and down the house!!.
I enjoyed my alone time and caught up on the housework and my sleep. When I picked the girls up from childcare I was warned that they had both been quite cranky all day and hadn’t eaten much. Uh Oh…….the crankiness is quite normal, nothing to worry about there, but the not eating?. Completely abnormal for these girls. The night was fairly uneventful but still I went to bed with knots in my stomach and expecting the worst………………
I wasn’t disappointed. 3am saw Darling 3 come into the room telling me she didn’t feel well, as soon as she uttered those words I didn’t even have a chance to grab a towel before she started vomiting. The poor little darling was miserable. She had managed to vomit all over my pillow, doona, sheets and of course my head. I put her in the shower, reached for the trusty Vicks Vaporub and started cleaning up vomit. My husband used the new towels on the vom & asked me if I was going to rinse them out and put them in the wash. I won’t tell you my exact response to him, I’ll let you use your imagination but anything covered in vomit, I am happy to throw straight in the bin. He isn’t so cavalier about such things & I could hear him dry retching in the laundry rinsing them out before putting them in the wash.
We changed our bed, I had a shower, the carpet was scrubbed and the vomit cleaned up and we all jumped into bed. Poor Gracie was feeling really unwell. Her and I ended up going to sleep in her bed, my husband had a very early morning start and was working away from home for the weekend so I wanted to let him get some sleep. She continued vomiting through the night. I had towels and a bucket but unfortunately her aim is not great and the morning saw me stripping and washing another bed. I got her comfortable and settled on the couch and still she continued to be unwell. One of my awesome neighbours came and watched the girls whilst I dropped my son off at a friend’s house. I didn’t want to risk putting Grace in the car and making her even more unwell. As the day continued, she slowly started to feel better and the vomiting subsided.
My oldest daughter, Darling 1, has been blessed with iron guts and managed to avoid all strains of sickness being passed around the house. She didn’t even get a sniffle the lucky duck.
The worst thing of all is that I can smell vomit everywhere I go. All the bedding has been washed, couch & rug scrubbed several times, floors mopped several times with essential oils in boiling hot water. I have sprayed copious amounts of Glen 20 & should have shares in a particular anti bacterial hand soap company and Vicks Vaporub but somehow I can still smell it. I dread receiving my water and electricity bills because I had done so many loads of washing which all had to go in the dryer because the weather was crap. Thankfully these holidays were only for 2 weeks, the next round of holidays are for 6 weeks, I have no doubt that I will go insane if the Christmas holidays are as bad as what these ones were.
I think it’s the universe punishing me for daring to think I was becoming the epitome of a Super Mum. Maybe I was getting too smug and who was I kidding, I am a bad mum through and through, not a Super Mum. I can’t be sure if that’s the reason but I must admit that it certainly felt good for those couple of days it lasted!! 😊