So. Tired.

“There is no point at which you can say, ‘Well, I’m successful now. I might as well take a nap.'” ~ Carrie Fisher

I can’t seem to get out of my own way lately. I’m feeling like a slacker and a p.o.s. mom. But, I’m exhausted. Worn out. Freaking tired.

Being a mom is tough. Working full time is tough. Adding a part time “job” is tough. Trying to keep up your hobby is tough. I’ve meshed all of these things together, and to be quite honest, it’s just not really workin’ for me. Plus, we’ve been trying to search for a new house ,which takes even more time out of our evenings and weekends. And on top of it all, we’ve got families wanting us to be here and be there so they get to visit Charlie…which, I mean, I totally get – he’s the cutest kid ever and I’m away from him all day too. I get what it feels like to want to see him better than anyone. But, I’m just spent. If my husband asks me “do we have plans for blah blah blah” one more time I just might scream.

I’ve thought about calling my doctor because I’m slightly concerned that my tiredness is reaching abnormal heights… but my thought is that she will probably just laugh at me.

“So, what brought you in today?”

” I have an 8-month old and I’m tired.” Riight.

I’m so tired, I think I need a straight up caffeine drip to get me through the day.

It’s times like these that I am so grateful for my husband, and I thank my lucky stars each day that I’m not a single parent. During Jeopardy last night, I said how tired I was. He said, “so go to bed.” Charlie was still awake, bouncing away in his jumperoo, so I felt a slight pang of guilt. But, I went. And, at 5 am this morning when C started screaming, the hubs was up and at ’em. I slept until 7. (Which, I can’t lie, happens about every morning because I’m horrible at getting my ass outta bed. Tristan’s usually stuck with 5 am duty – add that to the list of reasons I really love that guy!)

I’m starting to wonder if a little exercise might help give me some energy. I haven’t decided yet if that might be too drastic. 😉 Really what I need is a vacation, which I have next week (woot!). Maybe then I won’t feel like we’re constantly being pulled in 900 directions.

How do other moms do it? Seriously?!

2 thoughts on “So. Tired.

  1. Well let’s see. They way I did it was and this is in no particular order, Get up at 4am and make the coffee. Then get clothes ready for the boys, made lunches and fixed formula, put them away in the fridge and then got breakfast done. In between try to find 10 mins. for a shower and a few more mins. to dry your hair. Get the gang up outta bed, get em dressed, fed and running out the door, tell hubby I love him and to have a good day. Drop the boys off at daycare or the sitter. Get my butt to work at a reasonable time, try to run as many errands as I can right after work and before daycare closes. Pick the boys up and hear all about their day in little boy lingo.. Get home and hopefully grab some playtime with the rugrats then make supper, give baths, read a story usually 6 times, tuck them into bed with a kiss and some I love yous, then visit hopefully with hubby before we both fall asleep and have to start all over again. Then on the weekends do extra everything to get ready for camp. Now I know that somewhere in all this stuff that I did get to relax.. I just don’t remember when…….

  2. I loved this! It’s exactly how I’m feeling these days. I am sooo overwhelmed with being a new parent of two. There are great moments where I feel like I can do it and other moments where I have no clue what the hell is going on! Parenting in general is HARD. I don’t think moms give themselves enough credit for what we do. I’m glad you were honest about it. That’s another thing, moms need to open up more about their real experiences. it’s OK to admit it’s not always an easy peachy day in the mom-world. Thanks for making me feel not so alone in my craziness!

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