I’m having a day. The kind of day where I just want to crawl back into bed and stay there all day. With chocolate and ice cream, preferably.
My To-Do List is so insanely long that it’s overwhelming me. I have help during the day (thanks to my mother), but it never seems to be enough. And there’s certainly no time for me to do anything fun on my own. It seems like my every waking moment is spent caring for my son, the house, or my husband. I’m sure that’s the case with all (or most) mothers, but it’s still a rather lonely feeling.
My fuse is incredibly short lately, and I hate it. I hate snapping at people that I love. I hate constantly feeling on edge. And I hate that there are moments when I find myself not wanting to cuddle the little boy (whom I love more than anything) because I just need a moment to myself and don’t want to be touched.
It’s not all horrible, really. It’s just by the end of the day, I need a break. And I rarely get one. For the first time, I’m looking forward to the start of school so that I can get away two days a week. I hope it all works out.
The Boy just fell asleep, so I should try to get some work done. He typically only naps for 20-30 minutes, so I have to make good use of my time.