Salute to the SAHM

 

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Due to Boyo having a couple of sick days this week, I’ve had an unexpected glimpse into the life of a SAHM again.  I spent five years at home full time with Boyo, and started working part time a few months after he started his first year of primary school.  I work school hours, which means I not only get to do the school run every day but also that I miss peak hour on public transport too.  Phew!

During the last couple of days, I’ve had to do some of the things I used to do as a SAHM.  Doctor’s visits, trips to supermarkets and shopping centres during the traditional working day.  I have always been a big supporter of the very hardworking and often underappreciated SAHM, but my respect has been renewed over these last couple of days.

 

 

No, not to do with the extra time I’ve had to hang out with Boyo, do laundry, prepare meals and spring clean the house – that bit I’ve actually enjoyed.  It’s stuff I do every day anyway (with the exception of the cooking – that’s the Welshman’s domain).  It’s been fabulous to be able to do three loads of washing during the day and hang it outside where it has enough time to actually dry, so my house is not festooned with drying washing.  Oh, this part I’m loving!

What has triggered my newly found respect for the SAHM is how much of their time they spend with other people. and the annoyances that must surely ensue.

On two quick trips out, I had the following annoying experiences that SAHMs deal with on a daily basis:

 

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Supermarket spruikers who call you “Mum”

Yes, I understand that you’re trying to get my attention and yelling “Hey you” probably isn’t terribly effective, but Mum?  Really?  I’m considerably older than you, but under no circumstances am I your mother.  Please do not patronise me.  I know a university education is very expensive nowadays, and that you have to earn some money somehow, but might I suggest pissing off your potential customers is not smart marketing practice.

 

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Old People Parking

Dear gods, how do some of these elderly people still have a license?  It is common sense that if you wish to pull into a car space that I am reversing out of, then you might like to leave me enough room to actually get out of the damned park.  Usual rules apply in car parks too, just quietly.  I can just imagine your indignation should a young person sail through a zebra crossing whilst you’re attempting to cross it.  You might like to bear that in mind the next time you blithely drive through one, respected elder citizen.

 

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Driving in General

I don’t drive very often.  I have an 11 year old car with about 50,000 kms on it.  When we’re out and about in the weekend, the Welshman tends to drive.  When I do drive, it’s a bit of a well worn circuit to and from the school, after school activities, via the occasional shopping centre.  I am shocked at how terrible the average driver is.  How hard is it to indicate so people have some idea of your intended actions?  Is it particularly difficult to drive at the speed limit?  I’m not sure if too fast is worse than too slow.  A very special mention to the nutter who pulled out into moving traffic, causing me to slam on my brakes, and then drove 15 km/h below the speed limit before turning left from the right hand lane without indicating.

 

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Have-a-Chats

I’m well known for my ability to fill any spare silence with some inane chatter, but I must have had “please talk to me” tattooed on my forehead today.  My quick dash through the supermarket to grab something for dinner (chicken tacos, actually) and some milk, bread, vegetables, toothbrushes and bananas was filled with little opportunities for chat.  Yes, I am buying a lot of green vegies and carrots, actually.  They’re for my bunny.  No, he’s not just a very tall preschooler.  He’s actually 8 and in Year 3 but is a bit sick today.  No, I’m aware he doesn’t look very sick.  Yes, I’m aware he should be at home if he’s sick.  No, he’s not infectious.  Actually, I have no idea how much this is / where that is located / why they don’t stock this anymore.  I don’t actually work here.  That’s why I’m not wearing a uniform and why I’m pushing a trolley.

 

Dubai Mall Medical Centre – I wish!

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Medical Centres

I had to take Boyo to the doctors.  With some trepidation, I ventured to the local bulk billing medical centre, after my GP was fully booked out.  Oh my gods.  Medical centres are truly the tenth circle of hell.  There are sniffers without tissues, sleeve wipers, scratch itchers (that may have been Boyo actually, until I noticed), uncovered coughers, many leggings-as-pants wearers, and other such fabulous creatures.  My absolute favourite had to be the group of dodgy looking men who loudly and rudely whinged about noisy children.  Um, the reason the children are noisy, dude, is that they are crying because they are sick and in pain.  That’s how babies communicate.  It’s probably even the reason they’re at this charming establishment.  Your helpful comments made one poor mother shrink into her seat even further.  If they hadn’t been quite so dodgy looking, I would have taken them on.

 

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Charity Callers

I’ve taken about three calls a day from charities, wanting me to donate.  I’m not anti-charity or anti-donations, and I know many charities are doing it particularly tough at the moment.  As a couple, we chose a charity to donate to monthly many years ago and we still do this now.  But, five or six calls in two days?  What gives with that?  Luckily, I didn’t have a baby to be woken up by a charity caller anymore.

 

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SAHMs of the world, I salute you!  You do a very hard and often thankless task day in and day out, and just dipping my toes back into your world for a few days has renewed my respect for what you do, and what you have to put up with.

Are you a SAHM?  Do you find these things annoying too?  Maybe I’m just premenstrual this week!

 

 

I’m linking up with Kate Says Stuff for Thankful Thursday.

I’m thankful for my former days as a SAHM.  Just quietly, I’m thankful for my fab job that enables me to work and be a school run mum too.

What are you thankful for this week?

 

 

  • Lauren/y - 24 August 2012 - 8.21 pm

    I salute you!!! Hahaha you’re awesome! Thanks for linking up again!ReplyCancel

  • Kuku Couture - 18 August 2012 - 9.03 pm

    medical centres are the worst! I’ll wit there for the babies but would rather my leg fell off then wait there for myselfReplyCancel

    • Kim-Marie Williams - 18 August 2012 - 9.11 pm

      Yes, I get that! It is truly a last resort of the truly desperate, ie, Ono had a weird rash and our GP clinic was not even taking emergency bookings. ReplyCancel

  • MezzieC - 18 August 2012 - 9.01 pm

    Oh this made me laugh – I cannot stand when strangers cal me mum! Grrrrrr. ReplyCancel

  • Grace - 17 August 2012 - 7.36 pm

    Ugh…those senior citizen drivers. The brake tapping drives me insaaaaaane!
    I remember when I first stepped into this SAHM gig. There was a lot of adjusting, I must say.ReplyCancel

    • Kim-Marie Williams - 18 August 2012 - 9.14 pm

      People warn you about still being in your PJs when the baby daddy gets home, they warned me about wee fountains and vomit and cracked nipples and no sleep. No one told me about the old drivers out en masse during the day!ReplyCancel

  • Jess Newman - 17 August 2012 - 1.50 pm

    Ha ha! You must have very friendly face, cause that rarely happens to me at all! Or maybe they are just so used to me now, they don’t want to talk. 😉ReplyCancel

    • Kim-Marie Williams - 17 August 2012 - 2.17 pm

      That’s a nice way of looking at it – a friendly face. I think I’ll have to practise some mean and nasty looks! 🙂ReplyCancel

  • B - 17 August 2012 - 1.23 pm

    I have never worked as hard as I have as a stay at home mum! The days I head off to work are fun! I get to dress nicely, eat my morning tea {which usually means I burn my mouth, I never get to have hot coffee} and sit and chat through lunch. The students are {usually} well behaved and I tell them to clean up their own mess…. I don’t get covered in snot, I am not constantly getting food or drinks, I am not trying to vacuum around languid stubborn bodies -…. *awkward pause* One has just begun to wonder why one keeps moaning about going to work…. Must take some time to reflect on this….

    Great post! Hope Boyo is feeling better…. ReplyCancel

  • bachelormum - 17 August 2012 - 8.59 am

    Makes me appreciate going to work, although I’d still rather have more time to do the washing, and chat … Oh and pick my baby up after school. I really miss that. xReplyCancel

    • Kim-Marie Williams - 17 August 2012 - 2.15 pm

      I absolutely love picking him up after school! He gets so excited, and I know those days are numbered when he will want to hug his mama in public. I hope you get to do the occasional pickup. Chatting I like, but not with mad old ladies! ReplyCancel

  • Lara Cain Gray - 16 August 2012 - 11.02 pm

    Great post! Laughed out loud at your comments about drivers as I was thinking some very similar thoughts in a shopping centre carpark today. And yes, medical centres – ugh. Maybe someone should create some child-only mega-medical-centres (with bouncy castles) so that other patients are not bothered by kid noise, and to protect our children from other people’s sniffing and scratching?! ReplyCancel

  • Renee | About a Bugg - 16 August 2012 - 7.51 pm

    Love these – as a part time SAHM, I treasure my few days at home each week! Although I never seem to get around to hanging the washing on the line… Hope your boyo is feeling better!ReplyCancel

    • Kim-Marie Williams - 16 August 2012 - 7.54 pm

      For some reason, our household of three people produces a lot of washing. I try to get it done during the week so I’m not spending all weekend doing it, but … never quite works! Is it sad how thrilled I was to get all that washing dry during the week?!ReplyCancel

  • Carly - 16 August 2012 - 5.02 pm

    Great post. By the way I don’t mean to brag or anything but the Dubai Mall Medical Centre photo you posted…. it is my local medical centre. I cannot even begin to explain how good the service is. Everything is in the one location, you don’t need referrals for specialist appointments you can request direct (uh huh a medical system that finally aknowledges people really do know a bit about their own body). Best of all they assign you 1 nurse who stays with you from start to finish so in the space of 1 hour you could see an orthopaed, get an x-ray, have the ortho review the scans and get set in plaster all with your friendly nurse guiding the way!ReplyCancel

    • Kim-Marie Williams - 16 August 2012 - 7.51 pm

      I am incredibly jealous and if I had that type of service, I would be bragging right, left and centre! xReplyCancel

  • Mumabulous - 16 August 2012 - 2.26 pm

    How did you manage to get a gig during school hours? That is truly striking gold!
    Many Thanks
    MumabulousReplyCancel

    • Kim-Marie Williams - 16 August 2012 - 7.55 pm

      Yes, I’m very lucky! I work 10-2 three days a week, and 10-4 one day a week, and get one day off for fadmin (although I have to confess, I sometimes lunch with the girls and watch some trash TV too!).ReplyCancel

  • Melinda & Sonia - 16 August 2012 - 11.35 am

    Have a chats are my pet hate! Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate people or anything but why is it little old ladies want to stop and chat while the baby is crying, the toddler is shouting and I am trying to load my groceries onto the checkout. Honestly! At least now that P is older when people come over and say “Oh what are their names?”, he says “I am Preston and that one (while pointing) is Lawson”!ReplyCancel

  • Kylie Purtell - 16 August 2012 - 10.30 am

    I can totally relate to a lot of those things and I too am grateful that I have a job to go to three half days a week, makes me appreciate the stay-at-home part so much more and those that do it full-time with kids older than a year especially. Oh how I loathe people that pull out in front of you and then drive slowly. It is guaranteed to piss me off majorly, go ahead and pull out in front of me, but if you then proceed to drive slowly and not to speed then I will sit on your arse. That, and people driving slow in the right lane are my biggest big bears when driving, it seriously pisses me off!ReplyCancel

    • Kim-Marie Williams - 16 August 2012 - 7.58 pm

      Oh yes, I can relate! I am tempted to sit on their arse too, but just have this terrible feeling that if they’re so useless, they might brake suddenly, causing me to crash into them, and it would be MY FAULT! 🙂ReplyCancel

  • Kelly Lanfranca - 16 August 2012 - 10.10 am

    What a great post! I’m not a SAHM but currently on mat leave for the 3rd time and I can completely relate to your hated of medical centres! They are the devil! And charity callers have a wonderful talent of making you feel like a terrible person. And other drivers? Especially elderly ones? Don’t get me started! Shopping with my 5month old leads to practically every stranger I pass wanting to chat – but mostly to her not me! This SAHM biz is hard work.ReplyCancel

    • Kim-Marie Williams - 16 August 2012 - 8.00 pm

      Why, thank you! My trick with charity callers is to say “Oh, I’m sorry. We can’t help at the moment” and hang up. Babies are cute at that age, and I do find myself sometimes having to restrain myself from having a chat with cute babies, as I remembered how much it annoyed me! 😉ReplyCancel

  • Renay@mummysmiracles - 16 August 2012 - 9.29 am

    hahaha, love it and yes, yes and yes. Sometimes i think about becoming a Doctor so that I could cut out some of the time spent in GP waiting rooms 🙂ReplyCancel

    • Kim-Marie Williams - 16 August 2012 - 8.01 pm

      If only it didn’t take years and years and years to become a doctor! It’s an excellent idea! 🙂ReplyCancel

  • Kaz & Ang - 16 August 2012 - 8.31 am

    Great post. I can relate to all of those annoyances.ReplyCancel

  • AParentingLife - 16 August 2012 - 8.05 am

    Great post! So true as well. Fairy wishes and butterfly kisses lovely. Hope Boyo is feeling beterReplyCancel

  • Alicia O'Brien - 16 August 2012 - 7.59 am

    Can relate to all of the above. Callers ring at the most inconvenient times, mainly when one fo the kids is having a meltdown or I am up to elbows in a pooey nappy, or cooking tea. My husband doesn’t get it when I ignore the phone. Depends what sort of day I’m having as too how much drivers annoy me, it’s always when I’m in a hurry they pee me off the most, murphys law. ReplyCancel

  • Catherine CupOfTea - 16 August 2012 - 6.51 am

    You had me chocking on my cormflakes! Hilarious. And SO TRUE!!! The bad driving in general bit is something that has me fuming every day. The number of people going through red lights, speeding and tailgating (‘I will not be bullied in to breaking the speed limit, go around me!’).
    In supermarkes I usually get old ladies tutting at me for opening crackers to let the girls snack on (its not ideal but its better than two winging litties). And I wish I had a dollar for every time someone said ‘You’ve got your hands full dear”. ReplyCancel

    • Kim-Marie Williams - 16 August 2012 - 8.05 pm

      If they didn’t tut tut at you about opening the crackers, they’d tut tut for the giris whinging! You can’t win! xReplyCancel

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