In Search of Some Me Time
Marsha, a mother of two children, finds it impossible to find some time for herself.
"These are my lovely children, and this is me. But sometimes I want to be just this - me.
It's morning time and I must make breakfast, wash, play and dance around the kitchen. Polly wants her face painted and it's only 7.30. In the car; answering questions; "Why is poo brown?"
Home again. Must do the washing-up; empty the washing machine; hang the clothes out; stuff ironing - I'm not sure if I've got enough energy for another game of dinosaurs. But I will.
More questions: "Would I have a willy when I grow up Mum?" asks Polly. Make lunch and paint pictures; water goes everywhere - one more job to do.
They're playing. I've slipped away, this is my chance for 'me' time. It doesn't last for long.
Polly sits on the draining-board and Jo hangs onto my leg as I stir the sauce; open the fridge; answer the telephone and pour the juice. My hair hasn't seen a brush since yesterday. They're both feeling 'juicy' and want a drink, and the magic word: "NOW!"
Tea-time already. Tears and shouts - must be snakes and ladders again. The sauce - I'm informed - looks disgusting and I haven't had much me-time today and then yesterday or the day before... and I'm so tired.
Suddenly from the heart I shout, "Don't you kids know I could have been someone. I really could have been someone!"
Polly carries on sucking her thumb and Jo plunges his hand with delight into the pasta... and I smile.
I never lost me. I've been here all along.
They're in bed now, cuddly and clean. They're lovely kids and I'm lucky-me."