Ask any parent of a child with autism and I have no doubt that they will tell you how difficult it is to make progress on a daily basis with housework let alone anything for his/herself when their child is at home. Ever vigilant to respond to your child’s needs, sorting out problems, alert to danger. Two parents are needed for such things. Or two adults. Or two pairs of eyes..you get the idea.
Summer therefore is when our house sort of grinds to a standstill. Monday to Friday Francis is an artist and musician earning very little and working till he’s too tired to think. Then during the summer weekends he brings in a little extra cash by acting as a cricket umpire and I’m literally left holding the baby. Except he isn’t a baby these days. He’s a rather challenging 10 year old who sure as hell can’t be put down for a nap mid afternoon to give mum time to wash the dishes or heaven forbid have a quick coffee that is still warm at time of drinking! The 12 year old helps out at times like these. Watching J whilst I run to the loo, make a cuppa or wash the dishes. I rush everything and never attempt anything that might require more than a lick and spit by way of housework.
So it is with great pride that I publish the picture of the cherry buns below. Baked today. A few moments ago. Whilst Francis is out wearing white and raising a finger to a few blokes in a field. How did I achieve this magnificent culinary feat?
I nabbed J’s laptop and stuck it on the kitchen table whilst the 12 year old and I baked! J for a change behaved. He sat on a kitchen chair and kept playing the Tellytubby game he was immersed in. Occasionally he bothered to look up to note what we were doing but he certainly wasn’t interested in joining in.
I used to be envious of the yummy mummy brigade publishing photos of their latest creations, edible or otherwise, whipped up by them and their offspring. Blog after blog of super duper family life in glorious cute cuddliness. I’m not anymore. These days I’m grateful for the few occasions I get to bake a tray of buns when it’s just me and the boys. It’s an achievement that I don’t take lightly.