Do you ever feel like there are never enough hours in the day to accomplish all that you feel needs to get done? I have definitely felt that way these past three weeks.
I left my son crying this morning so that I could get to work on time. It breaks my heart to leave him, especially when he does that. I go to work and do much of nothing for 7.5 hours wishing I could be home watching my son learn new things. I wake up before the sun rises to make sure I have enough time to get things in order for the day. I get home after the sun goes down and still have to take care of all the things that need to be done...play with Tanner, make dinner, clean up from dinner, feed Tanner, help Nick study, make sure Nick has all he needs for school the next day, send Nick off to work, change Tanner into pj's, play with him some more, put Tanner to bed, listen to him cry and then play in his crib for 30 minutes before he falls asleep, balance the check book and realize that we have no money, respond to emails, find time to lie down and read a book, prepare myself for the same ritual coming the next morning, then fall asleep only to wake up 2 hours later to pee or to situate myself with an ever-growing belly that seems to be taking over, then not be able to fall back asleep because of heartburn or because baby boy #2 decides he wants to play at 1:30 in the morning using my belly as his boxing ring.
Weekends are no better. It's run to the bank, then to the grocery store or walmart to pick up the necessaries for the following week, drop Nick off someplace or another so that he can help out with moving someone or with some other kind of manual labor, fuss with Tanner to take a nap (he's 7 months old!), run here or there because I don't have time to do it during the week, send Nick off to work earlier in the evening only to tackle the evening duties of dealing with a 7-month-old bedtime rituals. Then on Sunday it's wake up early to get myself and my family dressed and ready for church, sit through 3 hours of church with a wiggly, fussy baby who won't take a nap, then come home, put my wiggly, fussy baby to bed for a 2 hour nap, make dinner, clean up from dinner, or on some occaissions go to the in-laws for an afternoon of enlightenment, come home to put little boy to bed for the night and try to get at least one hour alone with my husband to spend talking about school or his upcoming decisions about where to get a job, where to live, rent or buy, and other questions that are always looming with a career and family. It never seems to end.
I've decided that I need a vacation. Unfortunately, with baby #2 coming in just a few short months, that vacation will have to be put on hold for a while. I need more sleep!
But in the end, I love my life, I wouldn't have it any other way. I love my husband, I love my son, and I even enjoy the raucous little baby who reminds me every day that I am still pregnant with what I can only imagine will be another rowdy boy. I'm exhausted!
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That made me tired! And I'm not pregnant! lol I guess it's good that you have something like this as an outlet... otherwise you may explode at one of your little family members! As for the where Nick should get a j-o-b... COME TO TEXAS! ;) Cost of living is really cheap here! Ya'll should take a weekend getaway or something before baby numero dos hits the scene... otherwise who knows when you'll get another chance!
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