Post by Girsha Girl on Jan 31, 2010 21:20:33 GMT
Imagine you ran a bath and filled it with Radox and you couldn’t wait to get into it and relax. You were so tired that you started to bump into things and you thought that when you got in there, you might fall asleep in the warm water…..
Like a million other working mums that day, you were worn out. The minute you got in the door you started the tea. You’d asked everyone politely to help you but they were all ‘busy’ doing other things. The dogs needed fed and you suddenly remembered something you hadn’t done at work and it needed to be written in your diary asap in the hope that you might remember to do it tomorrow.. You started to brown the mince for spag bog and then you went outside to bring in the washing. The neighbors’ shouted hello and you smiled and hoped you wouldn’t have to make small talk as you knew you were doing something but you couldn’t remember what it was. You hoped you didn’t look too grumpy. You folded the washing onto the trampoline and went to the freezer in the shed to take out something for tomorrow’s dinner. You heard a noise from the burn and were delighted to see there were a hundred frogs croaking in the water. You put the lump of beef down on the fence and watched in amazement at the activity before you …Minutes passed.. OH GOD!! The mince!! You turned and ran to the kitchen and realised that tonight’s dinner would now consists of beans and toast and the burnt meat needed to go in the dog dishes. At least the dogs are now getting fed and you call them in but they don’t appear. An investigation into why they are so intent on staying in the garden leads you to discover that they are determinedly chewing on a lump of frozen meat… Back inside, the TV is blaring, there’s music coming from upstairs, you think your head is going to explode, you wonder again like every night if anyone actually cares that you can’t cope. You think you could get in the car and run away, you wonder how long it would take for someone to notice you have gone. But as always there’s no time for this self pity, the dishwasher needs emptied and refilled and you look out the window and your washing that was dry is now soaked with rain as it lies outside. You sink to the floor in the kitchen, that place where you have sat a thousand times when you feel this way. A teenager walks in and looks at you in disgust but forgets to ask if you are ok. You get up and pour a glass of wine…
Fast Forward 2 hours. …In you get and the water is perfect. It’s a bloody miracle you got this far. Tonight you have not flooded the bathroom or run the last of the hot water till it turns cold. No, it’s perfect. You lie there and exhale, and go right under the water and close your eyes……. and the Philharmonic Orchestra is playing with gusto. The Stock Exchange is at 11.30am and on the floor trading is fast and furious. A steam train is passing through your brain and someone with a loud speaker is trying to interrupt and get themselves heard. You want to let out a scream and make it all go away or stand up and crack your head off the tiles on the wall in front of you but instead, you take your fist and like so many times before you smash it into the side of your head and just momentarily as the pain shoots through you, all the noise goes away…
Like a million other working mums that day, you were worn out. The minute you got in the door you started the tea. You’d asked everyone politely to help you but they were all ‘busy’ doing other things. The dogs needed fed and you suddenly remembered something you hadn’t done at work and it needed to be written in your diary asap in the hope that you might remember to do it tomorrow.. You started to brown the mince for spag bog and then you went outside to bring in the washing. The neighbors’ shouted hello and you smiled and hoped you wouldn’t have to make small talk as you knew you were doing something but you couldn’t remember what it was. You hoped you didn’t look too grumpy. You folded the washing onto the trampoline and went to the freezer in the shed to take out something for tomorrow’s dinner. You heard a noise from the burn and were delighted to see there were a hundred frogs croaking in the water. You put the lump of beef down on the fence and watched in amazement at the activity before you …Minutes passed.. OH GOD!! The mince!! You turned and ran to the kitchen and realised that tonight’s dinner would now consists of beans and toast and the burnt meat needed to go in the dog dishes. At least the dogs are now getting fed and you call them in but they don’t appear. An investigation into why they are so intent on staying in the garden leads you to discover that they are determinedly chewing on a lump of frozen meat… Back inside, the TV is blaring, there’s music coming from upstairs, you think your head is going to explode, you wonder again like every night if anyone actually cares that you can’t cope. You think you could get in the car and run away, you wonder how long it would take for someone to notice you have gone. But as always there’s no time for this self pity, the dishwasher needs emptied and refilled and you look out the window and your washing that was dry is now soaked with rain as it lies outside. You sink to the floor in the kitchen, that place where you have sat a thousand times when you feel this way. A teenager walks in and looks at you in disgust but forgets to ask if you are ok. You get up and pour a glass of wine…
Fast Forward 2 hours. …In you get and the water is perfect. It’s a bloody miracle you got this far. Tonight you have not flooded the bathroom or run the last of the hot water till it turns cold. No, it’s perfect. You lie there and exhale, and go right under the water and close your eyes……. and the Philharmonic Orchestra is playing with gusto. The Stock Exchange is at 11.30am and on the floor trading is fast and furious. A steam train is passing through your brain and someone with a loud speaker is trying to interrupt and get themselves heard. You want to let out a scream and make it all go away or stand up and crack your head off the tiles on the wall in front of you but instead, you take your fist and like so many times before you smash it into the side of your head and just momentarily as the pain shoots through you, all the noise goes away…