I have a long list of things to write about and catch up on in the blog, but right now I have a lot of feelings that I need to express somehow. I don't expect this to make sense to anyone but me because, SURPRISE! I'm the only one who can hear what's going on in my head! So right now Austin is watching Baby Einstein and I have a few minutes to think. Here it goes:
I feel torn. My heart is so full with love for my husband and my baby and my family and my job....basically my life! Yet I feel like I don't have enough time to love any of them enough. I never knew how much mothers give of themselves until I became one. I never knew the pain of coming home from work at 3am after working 30 hours in 2 days with 4 hours of sleep in between, and hearing your baby cry out for you. Why does it hurt? Well basically because I'm tired! I'm SO FREAKING TIRED! And I want so badly to go grab my son and hold him and love him back to sleep..... but there is breast milk I pumped throughout the day that needs to be put into bags in the freezer, and then of course there are the bottles and breast pump pieces that need to be disinfected, and there is my insane OCD side that won't let me sleep until I know that my house is put back into order and everything is clean, and there is the fact that I so badly need a shower after dealing with blood and body fluids all day, and if I have to go back to work the next day there is a lunch that needs to be made. So after I do all this and hop out of the shower as fast as I can so I can run to my baby's side, I realize that I haven't eaten since noon and there is no way it is happening now. Oh yeah, and what about sleeping? I find myself telling that person in my head that it's okay, you don't need sleep because there's this amazing chemical called caffeine you can load up on tomorrow! When I am lucky, Austin eats and then goes back to sleep easily which allows me to drift off into slumber for a couple of hours before he wakes me up again. But on the not so lucky nights (like last night) I spend hours rocking him and feeding him and singing to him until we both pass out and I wake up wondering how long I have been sleeping in the rocking chair for? I feel guilty. I feel like Austin needs a better mom. He needs a mom that has the guts to stand up for what she believes in and can say "screw you" to the world and quits her job on the spot because she knows that her baby is the only thing that matters. But I can't. I can't do that to my husband, and financially I can't do that to my family. I just can't....
Speaking of my husband, he's probably getting neglected the worst out of everyone! He has been living off of TV dinners and we literally go from Sunday to Wednesday night before we see or talk to each other (in person) because of our work schedules. He informed me the other night that it would be really nice to have a wife who cooks so he can come home to a home cooked meal once in a while and a piece of me died inside. I wanted to cry but I held it in because I have been doing that too much lately. I used to be that woman. I LOVE to cook and I LOVE the feeling it contributes to the home. But if I am having a hard enough time trying to get breakfast and lunch in, how am I going to make dinner? There are other sides of marriage that have been lacking lately, but it is too personal to delve into here so I will keep that part in my head. So all I can do is say, "Sorry Josh. You are my world and I love you more than anything... but I don't have the energy to be the wife you deserve."
Oh and what happened to friends and church and socializing??? Gone. All gone. I have friends from college who call and leave messages but I rarely have the time to get back to them. I have a best friend who lives in the same city as me and hasn't been feeling well, but do I have the time to go take care of her? Nope. And I honestly can't tell you how long it has been since I have gone to Relief Society and attempted to make friends at church. We sneak out after sacrament and take advantage of the Sunday afternoons we have to spend together before the week starts all over again.
We have lived in our new house since August, and I am just barely getting the decorating done (well, almost done). And what about cleaning the house? My sweet mother does random chores for me while she is here watching Austin and I feel so guilty because I know I should be doing it myself. Our master bathroom toilet is growing some weird orange fungus..... I know, TMI. But it's true! And there is no way I am going to ask her to clean it because I am so embarrassed!
I gave up on Pinterest because all it does is depress me. I get so excited to do all the crafts and bake all the food I see on there, but that excitement soon dies down once I realize all the work it takes to buy the ingredients/supplies. I read all the blogs out there that you perfect moms write and I feel so jealous. I feel jealous that you somehow find time to put on makeup and jewelry every day. I feel jealous that you are out there exercising and taking care of your bodies! I feel jealous that your children are growing up with homemade blankets, quiet books, and dolls that you made for them and that every holiday you make a new decoration for your house. And that reminds me... shouldn't I be reading more to Austin and helping him become really smart with all the time I am putting into expanding his mind? Yeah, I think I put that on the list months ago. Maybe tomorrow.
I guess you could say I am surviving. Let's just hope that is enough.
On the bright side! Yes, thank goodness there is a bright side ;). With all of this stress and lack of time, I am now 12 pounds lighter than I was before I got pregnant with Austin. That makes 46 pounds lighter than I was the day I gave birth to him. I am only 1 pound away from the weight I was on our wedding day and this morning I pulled out my size 4 pre-marriage jeans and I slipped right into them! I was so depressed the day I realized I no longer fit in them and sadly put them away in my cedar chest for that joyous day when I could wear them again. YAY FOR TODAY!! Who knows, at the rate I am going, maybe I will be buying size 2 jeans soon!
Please don't read this and think that I am on the verge of suicide or that I am ridiculously unhappy because that is definitely not the case. Like I said earlier, for a lack of better words,
I just feel torn.
I have to go now. Austin is no longer interested in learning how to count to 10 in multiple languages.