So today, I did it!
Even the thought of it has been freaking me out for the past 7 weeks. I’ve actually had nightmares about it. I hardly slept last night, knowing that it was ahead of me this morning…but I did it.
I did the playschool run.
ALL BY MYSELF!
With the toddler AND a newborn.
And I survived.
Maybe, but I’m guessing that the majority of parents reading this can empathise.
So how does something as trivial as doing a school run become such an issue?
Because although it’s a Silly worry, it’s still a worry.
It’s my worry and it grows as much as I let it.
It’s a little seed that was planted in my brain one morning pre-Princess, and over the past 9 weeks, it has blossomed into quite the little weed.
I was dropping Mini-me off as usual. The staircase to her classroom is narrow and an unspoken one-way system exists among the parents who navigate it each day.
I waited (impatiently) for her to manouvre her skinny bum up the steps; painfully aware of the not-very-well disguised frustration of the other Mummy who was forced to wait at the top for Mini-me (and her 64 month pregnant mother) to get out of her way.
We finally reached the summit and Other Mother responded to my apologies with an overly-zealous and high-pitched “Don’t be silly!! It’s not easy, is it?”
“No it isn’t!” I laughed, thinking to myself how I couldn’t wait to not have to carry this bump up the steps every morning.
And then it hit me.
In place of the bump, will be a baby…in a car seat.
And that was the actual second that the silly-serious worries began.
How the hell am I going to do this with a new baby?
How will I get Mini-me to school, on time, 5 mornings a week…with a new baby?
How will we get out the door if Baby needs a feed…or poops…or is crying…or is sick?
What if I can’t get parked near the door?
What if it’s raining?
I can’t leave the Baby in the car can I? Of course not!
How will I manage to get up and down those stairs with a car seat and a futtering toddler?
What if I fall?
What if Mini-me falls and I can’t lift her?
What if someone sneeezes on the baby?
I could go on.
I’m usually quite in control of my worries. I don’t tend to overthink things or waste energy on worrying about the hypothetical. My Dad always told me “99% of the things you worry about, never happen.”
It took me approximately 25 years to realise this.
Life instantly became easier.
I’m quite a confident person. I stand in front of hundreds of teenagers each day and teach them Shakespeare for crying out loud! So how is it that getting my toddler to pre-school could become such a bloody issue?
Because I’m still hormonal after recent birth?
Because I’m losing my mind?
Because I’m having a confidence crisis?
It’s because I’m a parent.
What no one tells you before you enter this wonderful time in your life, is that all of your rational reasoning and good sense go on holiday when Baby arrives… and I’m not sure they ever return.
Every parent has ridiculous, irrational fears. Over the past few days, with both kiddies being sick, I’ve realised that these fears are EXTRA vivid at 4am.
The headcold is pneumonia.
The heat rash is something tropical.
The sound outside is obviously a burglar.
The first trip to playschool tomorrow morning is going to be a disaster.
And then, it’s not.
We got up. We got dressed. I fed both of them. (I even fed the dog!) I drank a cup of coffee. I got Newborn into the carseat. I strapped Mini-me into hers. I remembered to lock the house. I remembered how to drive the car. (Six weeks sans Steering wheel is not fun!) I remembered how to get to the school. I got parked at the door of the school. It wasn’t raining!
I got to the foot of the dreaded staircase.
And do you know what I did then?
I put one foot in front of the other, and I climbed it. (Granted I still had to encourage Skinny-bum to hurry along, but climb it we did.)
And when I got to the top, I deposited said Skinny-bum into the arms of her lovely teacher; I turned around and I returned to my car.
And then I went shopping! (because having only one kid with me didn’t feature as a problem. It’s only the situations where I have to do things with two for the first time that are causing me these Silly-Serious worries. See how logical I am?!!)
This morning was the silliest thing in the world to be worried about, but to me, it was a serious worry.
And that’s the key.
If it was worrying me, it was valid. Silly or not, it was a worry.
And the reason that parents worry about such seemingly silly things, is to allow us to be prepared. Worrying and over-thinking things allows us to envisage all eventualities…and then, because we’ve already dealt with the outcomes, (even the worst possible ones!), we can handle whatever is thrown at us.
Every silly worry is serious.
Every worry is a staircase.
The longer we stand looking at the stairs, the more challenging they become.
But if you take each step as it comes, the top isn’t as far away as you thought.
Next, I have to figure out how to do the grocery shopping with both of the them with me.
I’m just going to look at that particulay staircase a little while longer.
I’m not quite there yet!
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