The Lazy Mother

It's almost Christmas. Everyone is nearly on holidays. The end of the year is approaching, but the associated grumps have well and truly arrived.

One thing we all know is that this time of year is summer in Australia. Everyone, that is, except whoever controls the weather here in Melbourne. It's raining, it's cold, it's miserable.

And I can't be bothered organising activities for Abbey. That's right - I'm being a grumpy, lazy mother. A mother who thought this time when her husband is super busy at work, nearly on holidays to share the load, would be filled with sending her toddler outside to play.

Sure, I could rug her up and send her outside. She would love all the mud and puddles. But did I mention that I just can't be bothered?

The entire year seems to have caught up with me and I have no energy to be changing clothes, creating more washing, cleaning up and wiping noses.

Nor do I have the energy to set up lovely craft activities inside.

See? I told you I was a grump.

Eventually, I find two hula hoops and give them to Abbey. No good - she wants me to jump in and out of them with her. Far too energetic.

No, what I need is something to use up her energy whilst conserving my own.

Then I find it.

In the third drawer, the trusty third drawer packed with miscellaneous randomness inside, I discover a dozen bottles of bubbles (as in bubbles to blow, not bubbles to drink. Unfortunately.). Aha.

I sit down and begin blowing bubbles around her. She runs around chasing them.

It is the perfect plan. I can sit on my bum while Abbey runs around madly.

To the untrained eye I seem like a wonderful mother. To those in the know I am a grumpy woman with no energy.

I'm just glad that Abbey doesn't fall into the latter category.


Megan