You know what I suck at? Roast chicken. Yesterday I was feeling brave and decided I wanted a little bit of Maggie Beer in my life but by the time I had gone back to the supermarket to find “verjuice” I was literally running out of my own juice. Add two hungry children under four and a champagne bottle with a broken cork into the mix and the whole thing was a bit of a debacle.
Why am I telling you this? Because the chicken itself came out pretty tasty and if I’d had the energy I might’ve taken a few over-stylised snaps and given you the recipe – but you know what? That would’ve felt like lying.
The reality was that I ate my meal while sitting on the lid of a toilet seat and keeping an eye on my children in the bath. I might have even dropped a thigh fillet on my favourite black jeans.
This morning I’ve had to use the Find My iPhone program to locate a missing phone stuck inside a doona cover. I’ve prised a garlic clove from the roof of my daughter’s mouth and made sure the spider that bit my husband wasn’t too venomous. My three year old has called me a “bum cracker” no less than seven times already. I literally cannot muster the energy to talk up a roast chook.
Life is not always jazzed up chicken. Sometimes it’s being impatient with your husband and children because you were up late cramming for an assignment and can’t find your phone. Today I’m weighing up the worth of pursuing a university degree when it appears to occasionally turn me into a cranky mother.
Will my children look back and think “she was sometimes a little too short-tempered” or will they be better rounded adults because they learnt that the world does not revolve around their every whim?
I once read a tweet from a high profile woman in media that went something along the lines of hating mothers who resent their children for a life they can no longer achieve. It really disappointed me and I would HATE my children to ever think that was the case. They inspired me to make changes, be a better person, take on challenges. It’s just a twisted irony that my new motivation has coincided with small children and lack of spare time.
I get questioned quite a bit on what I hope to achieve from a Communications degree. Sometimes I forget why I started myself. I like learning new things. I don’t want to go back to finance. I need a flexible career now that I have children and a husband with a demanding job. I like writing. I like new communications and technology. I have no idea where this will take me but I don’t think I have a defined goal. Do I need one?
I would love to hear from other parents that juggle study with full-time parenting. What motivated you to pursue a degree? Does anyone else have defined career objectives? Is it necessary to even have one? Am I asking too many questions??