Dudes, I'm tired.
I met a lovely woman at the park this afternoon. She has five kids. FIVE. And the first four were all born in the span of about six years.
I know I'm not the first person to be dealing with pregnancy and a young toddler at the same time, and I'm not the last. But I still don't understand how other women manage it. I reach a point of utter and total exhaustion by mid-afternoon. By 3:00 it feels like my bones have all been replaced with lead pipes and it seems like every little thing takes enormous effort, even mashing up a banana for Daniel's afternoon snack. When the kitchen is messy, it's repulsive to me, though I don't have enough energy to clean it. The dirty laundry's piling up and the clean laundry needs to be folded and put away. The bathroom floor is grimy. Daniel's books are scattered everywhere. And yet it seems like I'm working all day, either making food, cleaning it up, washing clothes or diapers, sweeping the floor, getting rid of junk mail, taking care of Daniel, running errands.
The music for SongFest isn't getting any easier, though I'm chipping away at most of it. I have just over a week to finish learning everything, and I wish I had twice that long.
I don't understand how I can spin my wheels so much and feel like I'm accomplishing so little.
Arg. OK, my next post (whenever that is) will be more substantive, I promise!
I know I'm not the first person to be dealing with pregnancy and a young toddler at the same time, and I'm not the last. But I still don't understand how other women manage it. I reach a point of utter and total exhaustion by mid-afternoon. By 3:00 it feels like my bones have all been replaced with lead pipes and it seems like every little thing takes enormous effort, even mashing up a banana for Daniel's afternoon snack. When the kitchen is messy, it's repulsive to me, though I don't have enough energy to clean it. The dirty laundry's piling up and the clean laundry needs to be folded and put away. The bathroom floor is grimy. Daniel's books are scattered everywhere. And yet it seems like I'm working all day, either making food, cleaning it up, washing clothes or diapers, sweeping the floor, getting rid of junk mail, taking care of Daniel, running errands.
The music for SongFest isn't getting any easier, though I'm chipping away at most of it. I have just over a week to finish learning everything, and I wish I had twice that long.
I don't understand how I can spin my wheels so much and feel like I'm accomplishing so little.
Arg. OK, my next post (whenever that is) will be more substantive, I promise!
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