“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?!