Hey so, just quickly, I am no longer a working-mum. I am now a stay-at-home-mum. I mean, I do leave the house on occasion – it’s not like I literally just stay at home – but I don’t leave the house to go to work. Well, sometimes, but hardly ever.
WHAT AM I EVEN SAYING?!
I finished up at work. Things were getting too messy with Joel looking after LV a couple of times a week. It was compromising his work and stressing us all out, so we sat down and talked about it. Then we stood up and talked about it. Then we went for a drive and talked about it. And at the end of all this changing position and talking about it, we came to the conclusion that if we were a lot more mindful about how we allocated our funds we could get by just fine on Joel’s income.
So yeah, I’m now officially jobless** and the house has never been cleaner. Huzzah!
But let’s move on to what I really want to talk about, now that I have the time to write and all…
As a weirdo stay-at-home-mum, I gaze out of my windows a lot during the day (the kid looks after himself, obvs) and there seems to be quite a lot of young families about. I see a great deal of mums, dads and grandparents wearing out the pavement as they push prams and strollers around the neighbourhood. Every time I see a small child pushed past my eyes I think one of the following thoughts:
- “we could hire a bouncy castle”
- “the older kids could run a lemonade stand”
- “a BBQ on every grass verge!”
- “it would be just like an episode of Sister Wives but we wouldn’t all be married to one man!”
Guys… I want a street party! The tricky bit is I don’t want to organise one. Nor do I want to engage in awkward door-knock conversations with my neighbours. Especially because I know I’m discerning enough to see straight through polite smile-nods to the ‘leave us be, you crazy neighb!’ look in their eyes.
But humour me for a moment and just imagine… we could invite families from nearby streets and they would all be in awe of our street’s community spirit. There would be music and paddling pools and chalk-drawing on the footpath. We would bob for apples, hold sack races and sort out the men from the boys with a good old fashioned tug-of-war. There would be face-painting and tree-climbing and an obstacle course for those blimmin’ scooters every kid has these days. As the day wears on, littlies could be put down for naps in their own homes and then rejoin the party happening right on their doorsteps when they wake.
Hands would be shaken, playdates would be set up, friendships would be formed.
Ah yes, it would be the beginning of something quite lovely. Wonderful memories created for the neighbourhood kids. A reminder of a more innocent time for the older residents. A neighbourhood united…
And a great way to find someone to feed the cat when we go away.
**Still doing a small amount of freelance consultancy work