What Happened to Me?
I have nothing but good intentions when it comes to keeping my few blogs alive, and then life happens and my writing stops. Argh! So frustrating. And when I say "life happens" I mean "my kids happen".
It seems like we have had non stop drama with crazy preschool teachers, bad vaccine reactions, colds colds colds, teething, you name it, and my household has been turned inside out, upside down and sideways in the past three months. Which also means that in the past three months yours truly has not slept more than a 2 hour stretch in a night. And when I look in the mirror I start having Botox and Restylane fantasies because in three months I have turned haggard and Rip Van Winkled. All I need to complete the look is a gray beard dragging on the floor.
So yes, this is something of a pity party for me. I have self-imposed a very early bed time for myself. The kids go down, I get some household stuff done and then I am out for the night....just to sneak in an extra hour here and there of sweet, sweet slumber. I have books upon books that I am dying to read, blog entries that I want to post, but because I need some REM I only end up writing once or twice a week now...and getting maybe 4 pages (if I'm lucky and the book is REALLY good) read before I pass out. I know this phase will pass soon. In 2 years my daughter will be in preschool and my son will be headed to 1st grade. Plenty of time to do as I please then....but still....the NOW ain't easy. Nope. Not at all.
I keep reading all these parenting books that love to tell moms that in order to be a good parent they need to take personal time and do the things they enjoy. Hmmm. Sounds good in theory, but..... Are these authors catering to the wealthy mom who has nannies at her disposal so that she can go off and do what makes her feel good?I do know of a woman who has 5 children, nannies and a room in her home delegated strictly for her own napping pleasure. Really. A "napping room". I'm not asking for all that, but maybe just an extra few hours to my day. Or my kids sleeping well again. They did for a while. I swear. I had two solid sleepers. Not sure what happened. *Sigh*
Striking a balance between health (aka sleeping properly and eating well) and getting to do things I enjoy that are totally, selfishly for me alone is eluding me completely. And I am not talking Caribbean cruises and spa vacations here. Not talking shopping trips to Paris. I just want to be able to sip a cup of tea and write a really good post. Or lay down with a good book and actually read it. Most of all I want to go to bed at night and sleeeeeeep uninterrupted and not get woken up before 6 am. Any other moms feeling me on this? Tell me I'm not alone!







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