When the kids are finally down for the night, I become a different type of mum. The sort I wish I was all of the time.
I become Evening Mum.
Evening Mum is kind. Evening Mum is chilled. Evening Mum has infinite patience. She never shouts. She doesn’t grumble. She even finds it quite amusing that you lay on the floor in the shop earlier today. She appreciates you ALL of the time. She plans out fun things we can do the next day. She wants to creep into your room and kiss your tiny cute noses. Evening Mum NEVER plays on her phone in front of you. She sometimes cries that Daytime Mum doesn’t always act like her. On the other hand, Evening Mum does have the super ability of hindsight and she doesn’t really give Daytime Mum much of a break.
In the morning, Daytime Mum arises and though she still loves you so much it hurts, she is at times, a little less patient, a little bit grumpier and doesn’t always follow through on Evening Mum’s carefully laid-out plans. She doesn’t always see the funny side of spilled drinks and tantrums. She does strongly suspect however, that maybe Evening Mum is just better at it because she gets a break (so maybe Evening Mum should just do one). What Daytime Mum DOES do, is to endeavour to be a little better at it the next day, to try a little harder and play a little longer and so maybe, just maybe, Daytime Mum and Evening Mum will eventually merge into one.