Friday 12 June 2015

Soft Focus

Life gets fuzzy around the edges when you're sick. It's easy to let everything get on top of you, the smallest problem seems insurmountable.

I'd like to say that I don't let it get to me, but I'm not that mother. Every little niggling argument drills right into my head, the noise is unbearable, and I explode.

They don't see the soft focus of the days, they just see that I didn't bake the slice after dinner so they don't have a treat for their lunch boxes. They see the mountains of washing, because the washing machine is broken, but they don't say "let us help sort it", instead they throw themselves on the floor at the hardship of having to sort the clothes for everyone.

They know it's raining when they walk out of their classroom, but don't stop to put their raincoats on, then wonder why mum is cranky when they get home because they're wet. They don't see the slowness of the days, dinner being late most days because mum is exhausted, they just whine because they're hungry, forgetting that everyone is hungry.

They do see the weekend coming. And the fresh slice in their lunch boxes this morning. Maybe one day they'll look back and realise that it was ok, even with the fuzzy edges, because the days didn't lose focus.


  1. Isn't it funny how people sometimes only seem to notice what hasn't been done, and not the 99 other things you have managed to do? Sorry you're poorly, hope you're feeling better soon x

  2. Mine are all in their 20's and still whine about having to help with anything and never offer... I'd love to say it gets better, but I think sometimes this is the burden of mothers to bear - always being expected to do everything and never so much as a sick day or a thank you.

  3. Oh I hear you! I've started trying to tell my kids when the edges are fuzzy - maybe they will notice next time I hope.


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