ROFL... oh yeah. I wish insurance companies would pay for maids as part of a treatment plan ;)
Pregnancy was m.i.s.e.r.a.b.l.e. for me. In my (very adhd) family, most of the women also get a pregnancy side effect known as "The Suicide Hour". Wheee... so much fun. Literally sitting on a chair, gripping the seat, bawling wanting to die. Fortunately, the name turned out to be fairly accurate. Mine started around 5pm and ended around 6pm. Each and every single day. It didn't get better with practice. Then, of course, the whole adhd hyperfocus and emotional volatility lended itself soooo well to hormone mood swings. My family's favorite episode of the two mixed together was the night where my DH was on his knees, with his arms wrapped around my legs (for over an hour) SWEARING he didn't love our neighbor's dog more than me. Yup. Brilliant moment in my career. I also left him 3 or 4 times while pregnant. Sigh.
Fortunately as soon as kiddo was born I started feeling like myself again. My god... what a relief. But the house has never looked the same again. There's no way I can keep up. It's like everything is springloaded. Don't even talk to me about the office. Anything that goes in there gets eaten by monsters.
Here's part of a poem, though that my mum shared with me (passed down 4 generations in my family, I remember my great grandmother singing it to my mum at the birth of my sister, but I don't remember all the words) , that I still occasionally hum to myself... wish I remembered the whole thing:
Cobwebs, dustbunnies now please go to sleep
I'm rocking my baby and my baby won't keep
HAHA!!! JOYS of the internet.. I found 2 more versions:
1)
I hope my child looks back on today
and remembers a Mum who had time to play
There will be years for cleaning and cooking
But children grow up when we are not looking
Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
Cos babies grow fast, we learn to our sorrow
So settle down cobwebs, dust go to sleep
I'm cuddling my baby, and babies don't keep
2)
"Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth, Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing and butter the bread,
Sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I've grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).
The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew
And out in the yard there's a hullabaloo
But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren't her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
For children grow up, as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep."
<3 this 2nd version is the one sung in my family