Yesterday was quite the day.
By the time I got home,
I was pretty sure the world was out to get me.
Horrible weather.
Rude people making rude comments about twins.
(Do you always dress them the same?)
Achy back & tummy aches.
And one craaaanky bubba.
When I called Josh to check in & began to cry hysterically about the rude twin comment lady, I realized...
maybe it was me.
I felt overwhelmed.
Lonely.
Sad.
On the weekends I want to spend as much time as possible with the boys.
But I also need a break.
I feel like I miss so many moments.
Precious moments.
Priceless moments.
Because I am BUSY.
I am doing laundry.
Dishes.
Dinner.
I am washing babies.
Diapers.
Packing.
I am making lunches.
Lists.
Plans.
It never ends.
Even on the weekend I am preparing for the next week.
So yesterday I cried.
I cried because I didn't get to go hang out with my mom & sister.
I cried because Josh was out with his family.
I cried because Logan would not STOP crying.
I cried because the kitchen was a mess. Again.
I cried because I have to keep working until June.
{That feels like forever.}
And I only have ONE MONTH behind me.
I cried because I want a house with a bigger living area.
And a garage.
And another bedroom.
I cried because I have two beautiful babies, and I spent the night crying.
I cried because I know how lucky I am,
but I also know how HARD this is.
I cried because everyday I get on my hands and knees to clean beneath the high chairs, and everyday I have to do it again.
Have I mentioned that a mother's job is never done?
I cried about that, too.
I cried because I am overweight.
Because I don't make time for my husband like I should.
I cried because I don't make the boys dinner every night.
Mostly it's nuggets or a sandwich.
I cried for the guilt.
And I cried because something's gotta give.
I can't go on like this.
Yet I must.
I have to continually {every single day} find a way to balance
my house
my children
my job
my husband
my cat
my bills
and my needs
without dropping anything
and it just feels...
{Impossible}
By the time I got home,
I was pretty sure the world was out to get me.
Horrible weather.
Rude people making rude comments about twins.
(Do you always dress them the same?)
Achy back & tummy aches.
And one craaaanky bubba.
When I called Josh to check in & began to cry hysterically about the rude twin comment lady, I realized...
maybe it was me.
I felt overwhelmed.
Lonely.
Sad.
On the weekends I want to spend as much time as possible with the boys.
But I also need a break.
I feel like I miss so many moments.
Precious moments.
Priceless moments.
Because I am BUSY.
I am doing laundry.
Dishes.
Dinner.
I am washing babies.
Diapers.
Packing.
I am making lunches.
Lists.
Plans.
It never ends.
Even on the weekend I am preparing for the next week.
So yesterday I cried.
I cried because I didn't get to go hang out with my mom & sister.
I cried because Josh was out with his family.
I cried because Logan would not STOP crying.
I cried because the kitchen was a mess. Again.
I cried because I have to keep working until June.
{That feels like forever.}
And I only have ONE MONTH behind me.
I cried because I want a house with a bigger living area.
And a garage.
And another bedroom.
I cried because I have two beautiful babies, and I spent the night crying.I cried because I know how lucky I am,
but I also know how HARD this is.
I cried because everyday I get on my hands and knees to clean beneath the high chairs, and everyday I have to do it again.
Have I mentioned that a mother's job is never done?
I cried about that, too.
I cried because I am overweight.
Because I don't make time for my husband like I should.
I cried because I don't make the boys dinner every night.
Mostly it's nuggets or a sandwich.
I cried for the guilt.
And I cried because something's gotta give.
I can't go on like this.
Yet I must.
I have to continually {every single day} find a way to balance
my house
my children
my job
my husband
my cat
my bills
and my needs
without dropping anything
and it just feels...
{Impossible}