Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Lost My Stride
I grew up in a family with six kids. My mom was single. She worked almost my entire childhood. I look back now and wonder, how did she do it? I have only four kids now. I have a husband. He might not be home often but he is home occasionally. I'm not going to lie, this four kid thing is kicking me in the trash. My blog is months behind. I haven't done a single thing in Cheetahs baby book. I'm always behind on laundry. I'm always behind on housework. Captain E takes so much work when it comes to homework. He swamps me with his demands. I'm squeaking by to keep Gigi caught up and half the time I realize I forgot show and tell or something new that had to be turned in. The only time I go to school is to pick up a puking kid. I let Peach watch too many movies. Cheetah demands to eat right around the time I'm making dinner. I want to do some projects but I haven't caught up on the ones I started. I feel like I'm threading water with my eyes closed and one hand tied behind my back, and three kids holding on...oh wait I did do that at the pool this summer :) Motherhood is a strange business. It is wonderful and horrible all wrapped up into one. Each new child takes a little bit of adjusting to work into the rotation but this time I just can't manage to get it right. It's been a year and I'm still carrying my baby weight, still haven't figured out how to get my life together. I'm left wondering will I ever find my rhythm again, my stride. I'm a stay at home mom. I want to be involved in my children's lives. I want to be a great mom. I want to teach my children. I want my house to be clean. I want my jeans to fit. Instead I find myself overwhelmed and eating to many sweets. My mom was amazing. How did she keep this together?