I need to offload.
We have some friends – nice people, they have three nice children, in general we like spending time with them.
But there seems to be an asymmetry of effort in the relationship.
They are coming to see us soon, to stay, and I don’t know if its because I’m back at work and already at maximum capacity, but this visit is just proving to be a bit too much for me.
You see we don’t have a lot of room so my girls will be moved out of their bedroom and beds to accommodate their children. Except it turns out that we now need to locate another mattress because their youngest will no longer sleep in a cot, not even for one night without screaming the place down. Needless to say there is no option for mine to do anything except sleep with the travel cot shoved up against the spare bed in a room which really doesn’t have enough room. But they are guests and so we’ll accommodate them.
The food however is probably going to turn me grey.
Their children are fussy eaters.
VERY fussy eaters.
In fact I have been provided over the course of past visits with the list of what they will eat and whenever I suggest something slightly different (like the fact I put a bit of Cajun seasoning in the breadcrumbs when I make chicken nuggets to make them less bland) its oh no, they won’t eat that.
Trouble is that this list seems to be almost exclusively dairy in nature. Baked potato with cheese, pasta with pesto, pasta with butter, yoghurts. And we are no dairy because of Littlest’s milk protein allergy.
Which leaves me with the choice of cooking what they want and then a variation for the littlest.
Or letting them having the dairy and hoping she doesn’t touch it or worse eat any of it by accident.
And having the eye rolling when I have to tell them yet again that she cannot eat any dairy or we will end up in A&E and that touching it does, yes it really does and no I’m not over reacting, bring her up in a nasty rash.
I really don’t know what to do.
And I’m more than a little resentful because when we go to stay we have to make all the accommodations – we eat what their children eat and I take separate food for the Littlest (afterall, her allergies are my problem and I don’t expect my hosts to cook a variety of foods) and fit in with their routine and rules.
And I guess what has also narked me is the continued comments about how hard it is for the Mum having all these children but she has a full time nanny and is only working three days a week.
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm reading that back it sounds like I have the grumpf.
I’m sure it will all be ok. I’m sure that we’ll have fun. But I’m not enjoying the build up and the planning on top of everything else.
And yes, I guess I’d like a medal or some kind of award for doing all this on top of my job without any help from Mr Muddling.
I think we need an award for overstretched, overworked, underappreciated Mums. Anyone else need one?