Once a month, for about a week, I have a mini itsy bitsy tiny little break down about how little sleep I get. How much cleaning I do but how the house is such a shit heap still. How I don't get a day off. How naughty my gorgeous devil first born can be. How un-helpful my always better half is. How he comes in from work, moans when dinner is and eats said dinner I lovingly made for him and then sits on his ass and moans how tired he is. And falls asleep. Just like that.
No this is not a competition on the hardest working parent in the house (maybe a little bit). We both work pretty hard, he gets up early and is on the go all day. As am I. I am also up several times in the night, half hr a time, feeding and soothing little children. Oh god I miss my sleep. And then have bored toddler to entertain, feed, tell off LOTS, baby to feed, entertain...you all know a mother day right! So no this is not a competition. Just in need of some appreciation is all.
Yes I chose my 'job'. And love it. BUT it's hard work being a mother of 2. And being a mother of a 30 yr old as well. Just saying. If this subject is ever bought up. If I even moan just a speckle about how I've had a bad day I get "well you go out to work then and I'll stay at home" PAH! There's a joke if I've ever heard one. For the record I don't doubt a baby daddy could the work of a mama. I'm just thinking in our situation this house wouldn't run like it does now. I'm not perfect either.
Swings and roundabouts. This week I'm back to the thinking of I'll just have to live with little sleep, I've got no choice but to clean 24/7, I don't get a day off, and the gym in my only escape. Fine.
This beauty could not have said it any better when my week long foul mood was at it's heist.
See you in three weeks black hole.
No comments:
Post a Comment