The Second Shift
I am so excited to host a Guest Post from a wonderfully talented writer, academic and Audacious Mother extraordinaire, Rebecca Leach. Rebecca is a busy university lecturer by day and a mother to three energetic boys, well… all the time. It never stops, really. For all of the mothers (and fathers) who live and love life with children, and come home and work the Second Shift, and the Third Shift and then the Night Shift, this one is for you:
5am wake up worrying if there is enough clean uniform
6am wake up again when small child jumps on us
6.45am wake up again, rudely, by alarm
6.46am separate fighting children
6.50am put out breakfast for fighting children
7am have row with teenager about why he had JUST asked us to get him cooking ingredients for today
7.10am separate fighting children
7.15am rifle through laundry for socks/underpants
7.23am take socks/underpants downstairs, wipe up spilled milk on floor, wipe 5 year olds bottom because arms don’t yet reach
7.25am tell 8 year old for 8th time to stop playing football in the hall and get dressed
7.30am shout at teenager to get out of the shower
7.35am rifle through fridge for packed lunch ingredients
7.40am make packed lunches; including stopping making packed lunches to find other lunch bags since yesterdays are completely covered in juice, smashed crisps and dried ham
7.48am separate fighting children
7.53am wash and refill water bottles
7.55am find snack money, fill in slips for various school trips/permissions
8.00am have further row with teenager because we have OUTRAGEOUSLY washed his PE kit therefore not leaving it in the sweaty heap he left it in necessitating actual LOOKING on his part
8.05am make cup of tea
8.07am remind younger children to wash their face, brush their teeth, brush their hair, ACTUALLY get dressed instead of dancing round the living room naked to ‘I’m sexy and I know it’
8.10am remove one child from bathroom and ensure the other stays put while actually brushing teeth
8.13am reverse previous step above
8.15am take tea bag OUT of cup; pour stewed tea away and start again
8.16am sit down with 5 year old, practice spellings, read reading book (but only on a REALLY good day)
8.20am begin long process of ensuring sufficient coats, gloves and hats are on
8.21am separate fighting children
8.22am wipe face with baby wipes and spray dry shampoo as no time for shower
8.25am do up various zips, tie various shoelaces, find various lost PE kits
8.30am leave house
8.31am return to house, change out of pyjamas
SCHOOL RUN
8.55am get back from school run, pour 2nd cup of cold tea away, grab biscuit on way to work
9am WORK
4.45pm leave office
4.50pm get home to relieve student who does afternoon school run for us
4.51pm take middle child to football practice
5pm nip to supermarket, do weekly shop
5.45pm drop off shopping, put dinner in oven
6.15pm back to watch last bit of football practice
7pm drop child’s friend off
7.10pm late quick dinner cooked by Other Half
7.30pm separate fighting children
7.45pm run kids bath
7.48pm look at laundry monster.
7.49pm decide laundry monster is too big to be tackled now, rifle through for tomorrow’s uniform and wash that
8pm help middle child with homework
8.15pm read stories and sing songs to settle younger child who is afraid of the dark
8.20pm try not to shout at teenager who has decided now would be a good time to engage you in conversation in the younger kids’ bedroom about why he can’t go to bed at a NORMAL time like all his friends
8.25pm tiptoe out of the room hoping they’re asleep
8.26pm walk back in the room as middle child has just scared younger child wide awake
9pm finally creep out of bedroom
9.05pm load dishwasher
9.10pm put laundry in drier
9.15pm sit on sofa with marking
9.25pm cuddle middle child who has come downstairs having had a bad dream
9.35pm send middle child back to bed
9.45pm put youngest child back to bed, having been woken up by disturbed middle child
9.50pm respond to teenager’s IMMEDIATE need for a green pen, made from the blood of Patagonian bats harvested by a full moon with a Mongolian bamboo scythe…
9.53pm return to sofa and box of marking. Look intently at top of pile…
9.55pm open bottle of wine
9.59pm get gently woken by husband suggesting you sleep in bed and not on the sofa?
10pm knock back glass of wine on way upstairs
10.01pm enter brief coma
11.30pm wake up to strange buzzing noise.
11.31pm get up and remind teenager that using the hairdryer right now is not really appropriate. Nor is doing so while playing keepy-uppy with a balloon and knocking over piles of stuff in his bedroom.
11.35pm remember laundry in drier. Stand in freezing utility shaking it out to prevent having to iron it.
11.50pm go back to bed, too wired with worrying about work things you haven’t finished
12.50am finally fall asleep with help of hypnosis programme on phone
1am find Calpol for middle child with headache
2am clean up Calpol coloured sick and make up new bed for middle child in our room
3am change bedding for younger child who forgot to go for a wee before bed
4am remind middle child that although he’s feeling MUCH better, no he can’t go downstairs now and play on Lego Star Wars even if school will make him stay home tomorrow.
5am wake up wondering if there’s any clean uniform AND worrying if perhaps you might have an old version of the lecture you have to deliver at 10am and if not… And wondering how you and other half are going to manage compulsory child sick day while both teaching at the same time…
Repeat daily. Variations include weekends and, er, “holidays”, when the amount of ferrying, entertainment-demanding, fighting-separation and feeding increases exponentially.
Just sayin’.
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Brilliant. Written by my niece Rebecca. Great to hear the writing gene is still going strong. Maybe a touch of poetic licence but it takes me back 30 years and I say luckily these memories fade and when your boys are grown and independent you will look back with more than a hint of nostalgia. This will be good to read to remind you what the reality was!
Thanks for great article .
Hello, Sheila and thank you for commenting! Yes, Rebecca is very talented – I am hoping she will feel like allowing me to share her work in the future. This post certainly resonated with a lot of people. As you point out, these musings are often lost, but now it’s here for good.
Oh my goodness! This is hilarious. The repeated separating of fighting children made me chuckle.
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Lol! Yes, I liked that bit, too. I also loved the repeated – and failed – attempts at a hot drink. I have poured away many a mug of untouched coffee in my day.
See this from comedian Jason Manford’s FB page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Jason-Manford/9212109351
So Jason, if you wanna add this to my material here and make a routine out of it, you’re welcome, mate – but do email me: r.leach@keele.ac.uk Or anyone else who’d like to re-use: please contact Katie or me!
They should do a real life parents cook book: Preheat oven to 180 degree. start chopping veg that no one likes. Answer your eldest child repeatedly shouting ‘Dad’ from another room simply to tell you that Peppa Pig is on the telly. Finish chopping veg. Fry some oil in a pan. Go into the living room to stop a fight over the Sylvanian Family. Come back in and wash the burnt oil out of the pan. Chop onions and pretend that’s the reason you’re crying uncontrollably. Stir Fry the veg together with some Stir Fry sauce you bought three weeks ago from Tesco, and even though it’s two days out of date, just chuck it in anyway just to stop your Dad lecturing you on the Government conspiracy of “made up Sell by dates”. Go and confiscate aforementioned Sylvanian Family until ‘after dinner’, leave the children to simmer. Return to the pan of over cooked veg and gone off sauce and serve. Shout kids 40 times then let their mum walk in on the last shout to ask you ‘what you’re shouting so loudly for” Serve food to a table of crying, screaming kids and don’t serve yourself any because ‘it’s gone off me a bit now so I’ll just have a piece of toast’. This meal will serve 4, but let’s face it you’ll end up either eating it all yourself or scraping it into the recycling bin in half an hour and giving the kids a Frube and hoping the none of their friends’ parents are Social Workers. Get kids to bed then spend an hour cleaning the kitchen instead of chilling out and watching a film. Go to bed with your fingers stinking of garlic even though you didn’t use any.