I would have made a good pioneer. I enjoy a good challenge, adventure, and love camping. I also come from Mormon pioneer stock and can sing "Come, Come Ye Saints" with the best of them.
My pioneer outlook means, however, that I feel an intense amount of guilt that I have part-time help in the form of Marianna, our au pair.
Having an au pair while I was not working seemed like a great luxury, justified initially because our family was coming out for the baby blessing (we baptise later, when the children can choose for themselves) rather than post-birth and I'd need an extra pair of hands during the crazy early days.
But now that healing is completed, I am fully competent to take care of my own children. I did so while we were homeless recently - for 8 days at the beginning of the Christmas period! - while they were sick, to boot.
Once we moved back in (don't worry - it's still not completed - we've got exposed pipes, unfinished floors, etc. ) with the au pair, I realised that having her around meant I could blog, prepare for Christmas, and actually spend time with my children (and breastfeed) rather than make dinner, do laundry, and clean. It's a luxury for sure, and I've got mother guilt going on in large doses.
Anyone else struggle to receive help as a mother, even though it means you actually get sleep and can spend more time with your children?
|Damp treatment is no small thing. You know this when they pull the jackhammer out.|
|Esther at 8 weeks|
|Esther at 6 weeks.|
|Esther at 4 weeks. You can see why I use a hat now! Poor little grandpa girl with the receding baby hairline!|