Today the teacher said Megan is very happy and she is generally tous rayonnante. I looked that up on Google Translate and it means Megan is triumphant, radiant, aglow, shiny and beamy. Wow, that makes me happy. I am happy when my girl is happy. In fact, Megan’s happiness makes me want to burst into song right now:
If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands. **CLAP CLAP** If you’re happy and you know it and you really want to show it, clap your hands. **CLAP CLAP**
In the beginning I felt guilty spending the money on two afternoons at crèche when I could just as well look after Megan at home. With hindsight, I believe it is the best money I’ve ever spent. It’s actually not that expensive for the benefits I get. I work like a maniac while she is gone and I make serious inroads into my cleaning, admin and other chores. Megan cried rivers of tears at first but now she loves the social interaction. The crèche is abuzz with life and noise and this will be especially good for her during the cold, dreary winter months.
The other day at a playdate, Megan clutched her friend’s hair in her fists and she didn’t respond when I said, ‘Gently Megan! Be gentle.’ The carers at the crèche call her Mégane (pronounced MareGun). I then said, ‘Doucement MareGun! Doucement!’ just as they do at the crèche and Megan released the hair. Crèche is paying off in more ways than I expected. But, most special of all, she is tous rayonnante and what more could a mom ask for her child?
Since the crèche is such a hit, I believe it is time to make another investment. I’ve been marinating in the idea for a while and have done various calculations and cost/benefit analyses in my head. The time has come. We’re getting a cleaner! Whoop whoop!
It is only for 3 hours once a week but it will make a big difference and I’ll have more down time to trawl the internet and voyeur on Facebook (jokes!).
90% of my friends have cleaners. The reason I waited so long is because I don’t have a problem with doing the cleaning myself and sometimes it’s quite rewarding. I also felt guilty getting a cleaner when I don’t work. With a baby whining at my ankles, our bigger house and my overactive thyroid, it’s becoming too much for me.
The cleaner is Portuguese and is called Candida. What an interesting name but I am sure that in Portuguese it means something other than vagina thrush.
When you have a baby in the house, you must embrace mess. I am ok with the fact that the house constantly looks as if a little tornado has passed through. In the beginning I wondered why Megan couldn’t just sit calmly on the couch and read her books like a little lady. She prefers unpacking and flinging and tossing and tearing. She loves opening cupboards, unpacking the kitchen drawers, digging in the grocery cupboard, unwinding toilet rolls, picking tissues out the box and toppling over her pile of clean nappies.
I used to clean up a couple of times a day. I would pack things back in the grocery cupboard and put the Tupperware away where it belongs. Megan would then goosestep over to the spot I’d cleaned and I was back to the beginning again.
I want Megan to be a normal kid and do what normal kids do. If I have to step over boxes of pasta, cans of tinned tuna and empty containers all day, that’s fine. I don’t really mind looking for a Tupperware lid on the floor in either the lounge, kitchen or entrance hall. So, the mess is not why I need a cleaner.
One thing I can’t bear is filth and so Megan can’t put shoes on the couch or roam around the house while eating. She can’t wipe her sticky hands on my curtains or windows. There’s a difference between mess and filth. Mess comes with having young children but filth is a no-no, no matter what phase of life you’re in. I don’t like grimey drains or the calcium build up in the shower. I am repulsed by stains in the toilet and I hate a smelly dustbin or greasy oven.
Candida came round the other day for an interview and I sense that mess will stay and filth will go. I am so excited about another good investment, one that will make me tous rayonnate indeed.