The past 2 weeks I’ve felt unable to get anything major accomplished. Yeah, the kids get fed, clothed, etc… but I still just don’t feel like I have everything “together”.
I think I’m on “mommy overload”. I realized today that:
A. I love Rachel
B. I love Eli
C. I love Brady
D. All three together is hard. Very hard.
Am I whining? Maybe. I also think I’m just being honest.
My back hurts, my head hurts, my arms are sore from carrying around a baby while doing everything. My mental facilities are in serious disarray. My patience is thinner, my temper is shorter. I really want a long nap, but more than that, just a break. Actually, a nanny. That’s what I need.
See, I like being around my children, I actually do. But, I also like to get stuff done. As the number of kids has increased, the amount of stuff done has decreased. I know, I know, the “stuff” doesn’t matter as much as time with your kids. I do believe that. But sometimes, “stuff” needs to be done. In those moments, a nanny would be great. I’d still be around the kids, but someone else would be responsible for cleaning pee off the floors when the potty-training 2-year-old wets his underwear. The nanny could make the lunch, and I could just sit down and eat with them. The nanny could change the diapers, and I could rock the baby to sleep.
Do I ask for too much?
I guess I’ll settle for a massage… one day… when I have time.