Like, it's 5 minutes after you've put the baby to bed, which is exactly 2.5 hours after you arrived home after a 30 minute commute which followed an 8 hour day of work that was preceeded by a 30 minute commute which came immediately after waking up at 5:45 am in order to prepare the baby's food for the day, get yourself ready, and get the trash and recycling to the curb,and now, all you want to do is--quite literally--stare at the wall in silence?
But instead, you've got to give the old cat her IV meds, and the young cat his flea meds and dinner and unload the dishwasher and put the baby's dinner dishes and dishes from school in there and then put the clothes that are washing in the dryer and change the cat litter and look for that letter from your mortgage lender that said what the new address was to send your May mortgage, oh, and the fish's water needs changing and you should probably also take out the trash and you really should shave your legs, which means that you'll also need to clean the tub and there are those two work e-mails you should really return because you didn't get to them today, and you really should take care of those two things, and you've got to RSVP to that one thing and make arrangements for a baby sitter for that other thing and you've got that episode of The Sopranos that you recorded last night that you want to watch and have you eaten dinner yet...
Ever feel like that?
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Did you google Borneo, too? Moon and I already have our new names picked out.
Hi Karla,
Yeah, I do - everyday. I got stressed out just reading your post thinking of all the crap I have to do today as well...lol.
I found your blog doing the "Next Blog" thing at the top of the page.
Btw, check my Q&A blog called "The Big Question" at http://bigquestion2day.blogspot.com . If you get time, come answer a few questions (I post a new one each day). It's cool to see all the answers from the diverse group of readers that visit.
Take care,
Sublime
On my way home last night, I was talking to Tim (since that is the only time we have to talk), and I told him that I felt like I was muddling through life. I have so much work stuff to deal with and I feel like I am letting someone/thing else parent my children, and I have a fever, and the house barely would pass a DHS inspection. Those are just the loudest things on my list.
I feel like I am an absentee friend, wife, and mother.
I am afraid that I am letting everybody down.
Really, I am numb.
I ALWAYS feel like that.
I'm with Bookhart on this one...
Quick! Let me throw the tinkled-on sheets from a failed night-without-PullUps in the washer, finish a couple more work emails, and stupidly stress about preparing to host a casual gathering of extremely nonjudgemental friends in two nights. Grateful am I for adorable 2-yr-old grins and a crisp Pinot Grigio.
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