Dubai's Desperate Housewife

Trials and traumas of a full-time mum in Dubai

A mum’s life: Time spent waiting

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Every now and then you hear about these surveys that tell you how much of your life you spend doing things like sitting in a traffic jam (66 hours a year in London, apparently), cleaning your teeth or thinking about sex.

Well, I’d like to add my own scale to that: Time, as a mummy, spent waiting. People talk about how the time spent with small children “flies by” or “passes in the blink of an eye” but, as one currently labouring at the coal face of parenthood, I’d like to note how much time is spent waiting.

"C'mon, kids!! Yalla!" I forgot the biggest wait  of all: Waiting for the children to be born in the first place!!! Love you, kids!! xxx

“C’mon, kids!! Yalla! Move it!!”

Usually in not-very-comfortable positions.

Just as a starter – a little amuse bouche, if you like, we have:

–          Waiting for the children to get out of bed (while hovering on the landing balancing two empty glasses, the days’ dirty washing, the children’s clean school clothes, one swimming kit, one guitar, one PE kit and a reading book).

–          Waiting for the children to eat their breakfast.

–          Waiting for the children to get dressed.

–          Waiting for the children to clean their teeth.

–          Waiting for the children to get into the car (while holding two school bags, two PE kits, a guitar and two lunch boxes. I’d like to say and with a water bottle balanced on my head, but you wouldn’t believe me).

–          Waiting for the children to get into their car seats (with your back bent and twisted at 90 degrees and while hoping a passing child doesn’t slam the car door on your legs).

–          Waiting for the children to pigeon-step slowly into school in 45˚C heat.

–          Waiting for the children’s school bell to ring (I mean, seriously, they’re on the school grounds now, talk about eking it out).

–          Waiting for the children to do a poo (while squatting in a smelly public loo cubicle trying not to let your Joseph linen trousers touch the wee on the floor).

–          Waiting for the children to agree to do their homework.

–          Waiting for the children to actually do their homework.

–          Waiting for the children to come in from the park.

–          Waiting for the children to eat their dinner.

–          Waiting for the children to get into the bath.

–          Waiting for the children to get out of the bath.

–          Waiting for the children to go to sleep.

Anyway, I’ve done some calculations, and I think that all this adds up to seven years of waiting per child – so about 17.5 years for the average 2.4 children. No wonder time as a mum flashes by. There’s simply no time left to do anything else.

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Written by mrsdubai

March 6, 2013 at 9:54 pm

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  1. I would laugh if it wasn’t so true. Instead I have tears of pain rolling down my face for all those lost days.

  2. All very true Mrs D, however one small detail caught my eye…. the guitar?!Mxx

    matshila

    March 6, 2013 at 11:17 pm


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