The transformation is complete. I am a cliche. Not just any cliche. A North Shore housewife cliche. The revelation came yesterday when Husband asked me to do a chore for him. I said I was far too busy. As I outlined why I was far too busy, my voice faltered slightly. Because while my transformation is complete, I still faintly remember the woman I used to be.
This is why I was far too busy: I had to put my latest Farmer’s Direct (organic, of course) delivery into the fridge. I had to walk Sprog 2 to school and collect Sprog 1’s trumpet after band practice. I had to rush to my 9am ab-blast class (in my four-wheel drive), followed by my pilates class. I had to duck home and unpack/repack the dishwasher. I had to get changed for lunch in Surry Hills (mildly resentful about shedding my gym clothes – Lorna Jane, naturally – as I normally spend all day in them). I had to deliver a Tupperware of homemade soup to my sister, who is feeling poorly. I had to drive over the Bridge (additional mild resentment, this time about travelling to foreign lands) for a Thai stir-fry (in foreign lands, it’s polite to eat the native cuisine) with my lovely, working-mum friend. I had to drive back to God’s Own Country (deep sigh of relief, ah, so many lovely trees, so little graffiti!) for a power-walk with a school mum. I had to be at the school 10 minutes prior to the bell, so I could chat with all the school mums in the playground. I had to take the Sprogs home and serve them afternoon tea of homemade cupcakes (with hidden veggies), then supervise their homework. I had to cook the Sprogs a healthy dinner (with visible veggies). Oh, and definitely had to sip a glass of pinot grigio by the stove (ok, two). See, absolutely no time for Husband chores. I was run off my feet. In a very cliched North Shore housewifey way. Scary, no?
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Yep, the metamorphosis is complete. Can I say when I was a stay-at-home and my kids went to school was almost the busiest I have ever been in my life! I got way too involved in school reading groups, P&C, working bees … it became like a full time job.
Isn’t it weird. I feel almost overwhelmed by it sometimes. School stuff can suck hours out of your days. And I’m not one of the amazing types who are running committees etc.
iv had 2-3 years of getting 2 school 2 chat 2 the other mums… over it now… i rock up thru a back gate, grab the child & nick off b4 im seen! lol
Sounds like some of them drive you up the wall, though, so that’s understandable.
Loved this, because I too have become a cliche. How the hell do that happen? Actually I was a cliche before too … the “superwoman don’t know how she does it all” cliche. To be honest, not really happy with either … but, I digress … wanted to say how I so get the being too busy thing. And I am. The only bugger is when I’m asked I can’t for the life of me remember exactly what it was that kept me so damn busy …
I must admitt I feel the same about the drive over the bridge the other way. Alana, you will never be a cliche to me
I promise to take a deep breath and drive over your way again soon!