I just had to look at the calendar to see what day it was. And I’m not talking about the number.
Thank you for the comments from those of you that understand what it is like to have a husband that works a lot.
This week (although it is only Wednesday- I know, I checked) has dragged me down.
A sick kid, a baby, and a boy that only goes to school for 2 1/2 hours a day. Let’s just say that to even get a bathroom break is a challenge.
And I hate to complain. My husband has a job. I chose to be a stay-home mom. I chose 4 kids.
But it was easier when I had a back-up that was home by dinner. Now it is all on me.
The homework, the cooking, the running to sports and guitar lessons, the non-stop non-stop. Everyone needing something every minute of the day. Everyone wanting a piece of me. I even got accused yesterday of having a favorite. Are you kidding me? I don’t have time to think about who would be my favorite.
I used to get really upset about the whole thing. Then I chilled and fell into my groove. But every now and then, like when I realize that I haven’t had a haircut in a year…. and the idea of getting some cool highlights in my hair is great-but to actually be able to do it- well that’s a whole different story.
So I send the kids to school and Eva and I hit the gym. She is all settled in her stroller with her toys, parked next to me. I am ready for my hour of recharge.
My friend Karen had just arrived, Green Day was playing in my ears- all was good. But then the music stopped. uh oh- that means phone call. I look at the number- crap. School nurse. Blake. Fever. Work-out over.
And now my pity party is over. Carry on.
((Hugs)) to you. I completely understand your statement about the relief of the backup at dinner time. Every night I count down the minutes from when my husband calls and when he walks in the door. That half an hour is by far our hardest. Add to that a sick, nap refusing toddler and I am DONE. I hope your situation gets better soon.
I feel your pain. My husband is a teacher and dorm parent and is on duty some evenings until 11:00. And he is paid a teacher’s salary, which means no house, no remodel job, and no VS shopping.
And yet, things could be much worse.
Pity party’s are so necessary…we all need them and we all can relate in our own way. I send lots of hope the day only gets better from here!!