Call me naïve, but when my husband and I decided to try for our first baby, the mental load of everything that comes along with that and parenting itself, well, I hadn’t really thought much about it.
Fast forward ten years, I've come to realise that I probably should have. Because as any parent would know, everything that is involved in the role of parenting — from the pre-conception stage to postpartum and beyond — is a lot.
Now it’s lucky we love our kids, right? Without the extra meaning they bring to our lives, the never-ending, continually growing list of intangible tasks that are intertwined with parenting would feel... pointless.
You know, like the decision-making. Do I breastfeed? Bottle-feed? What daycare? What school? What period underwear?
Or the organising. Do I have enough nappies? Have uniforms been washed? Have school forms been returned? What is on this week? What week is this week?
Yep, the mental load of parenting (especially as mothers), is downright tiring and sometimes even debilitating. But one thing that often gets overlooked is that connected to the mental load we bear, is a physical one, too.
For one, the constant running around and dropping kids off to various activities is time-consuming, energy sucking and frankly, often exhausting.
In my situation, my husband and I do our best to share the taxi driving and sideline supervision of our two daughters' extracurricular activities, but despite this, we still always seem to be on the go, sometimes until 8pm at night.
From swimming training, to roller skating and acting, to homework, nightly readers and any other surprise activity that comes up during the week. By Friday evening, we are so physically drained that we inevitably find ourselves falling asleep on the couch or bed (depending on the degree of exhaustion) by about 9pm.