Mom needs a vacation. Or maybe just fifteen minutes locked alone in the quiet bathroom. I will take what I can get.
It seems lately I am one step away from losing my shit. I keep waiting for that one thing each day that will send me over the edge. If you see me sitting in the middle of the floor crying somewhere, just move along.
Will it be kicking the bedpost? (Seriously, how do I have toes left at this point?) Watching Finding Dory for the one hundred and fiftieth time? Crying over not getting a second cookie as a snack? Getting cut off in traffic? Are we out of butter again? Being growled at by Ursula, the evil sea with at work? Spilling my hot coffee on my belly? Hearing “Eww, yuck!” twenty times at supper? Going to the bathroom with a kid on my lap because she won’t let me have a minute to pee?
Work has been very stressful. I feel like I don’t have enough time to spend with my husband and child. I feel like I don’t have enough time to take care of household duties. I don’t have any time to spend on myself, let alone time to dedicate to blog or paint or read. I feel so exhausted at the end of the evening that I just want to sleep.
I love being a wife. I love being a mom. I love my job. I love being pregnant. I love getting ready for the new baby. It has been extremely difficult to balance it all and stay sane. I can’t even imagine what it will be like when there is a newborn in the mix.
How do all you mommas out there do it?