Amongst my friends, there is a divide about parents as helpers. There is the group where parents live nearby and help too much, one's that don't help at all even though they are two minutes away and those who live a plane ride away. I always find these chats really interesting. As you get to know me, you will discover my family are absolutely everything to me.
Do I like my family helping? Abso-freaking-lutely!
When we had Jack and were living in Adelaide, my parents were literally living on the next street over from us. The first question that came out of anyone's mouth was, "how do you deal with that." Well just awesome thank you! I have a round the clock on your doorstop babysitter, nappy changer, would you like some extra's for dinner, sure you can take some laundry, want to hold the baby and anything else I needed. To top that off, I had siblings and older nieces that never turned down an opportunity to look after little Jack.
Then we moved to Sydney...
I certainly knew a good thing when I had it and to this day take full advantage of every visit. Cam and I never lose track of how many dates we go on because we just count how many times we went to Adelaide!
Life in Sydney though is great and we are here for life. How do I stay sane? Well I don't really. I have weekly rituals where I go and scream 'shut up,' 'pee off' and the occasional ten or so swear words into my pillow so I don't do it at my kids (there's a good trick for you, trust me, you will feel great after). I walk up and down the aisles in Coles at 9 o'clock at night. I hide under the stairs and eat chocolate (mainly so I don't have to share it) and every Friday night, I have a glass or two or three (or four) and catch up on all my TV shows.
Every now and then though we get a visit from one of my most favourite people... my mum. As I watched her walking up to the car at the airport , I felt all was right in my world. My house would be vacuumed daily instead of once a week (month) and I would get to enjoy my mum's cooking that tastes way better and that I didn't have to make. My kids have their defence lawyer confirming that they can do no wrong in the eyes of their nanny, and at the same time, my care factor is minimal and the monster gets shelved until she's gone and the chaos takes over.
So cheers to you Nannas, Nanny's, Grandma's and all the other names you call yourselves. Keep up the good work of keeping your daughters from having a mental breakdown!