|photo courtsey of amazon.com|
For lunch, we went to one of my student's houses. As I got ready, Mackenzie mentioned that she wanted to stay in Mason's crib to play with him. I indulged her. How wrong.
|That would be my sweet little Mason's face.|
Seriously- before you call CYF- PLEASE LISTEN! I didn't do it! I was in the bathroom trying to apply deodorant (did I ever finish doing that?) and I heard Mason scream. I turned the corner into his room to see MacKenzie smacking the crap out of him. Yikes! I went and grabbed him, and I found them. Poor baby. He sobbed for a good ten minutes. It was like the devil arrived. So- needless to say, we were a few minutes late to lunch.
Lunch went well for the most part. Mackenzie was shy and didn't want to play with the other kids- but eh. Whatever. At least she didn't kill anyone! When we got home, it was far past nap. I couldn't stop thinking about how said Mom and I discussed how hard it is to have kids and raise them right (she obviously has a lot more experience- 4 girls- oy vey!). Everyone always discusses how hard it would be to be pregnant, how much weight you gain, labor, birth, etc. but never really how hard it is AFTER the baby is born.
I honestly don't know if I ever really suffered with post partum depression, but I was never diagnosed. Diagnosed with anything or not- it's still hard. Some days, you are just DONE. Over. Cooked. Exhausted. Crazy. Mental. Psychotic. Whatever you want to call it.
Trying to keep things in perspective is hard. Trying to remember that every day will not be your smiling, skinny self holding an adorable baby or toddler, sipping Crystal Light and strolling through the garden to pick your veggies for dinner. Sometimes, you are just. done.
|I love that this image is from thejoyfulmotherclub.com|
And that's okay! Thank GOD for social media- I vent. Especially when I feel alone. Or especially when I feel like my husband doesn't get it. And thank god for this, and this, and this and this and this and this. Even though those moms don't even know me- they keep me sane. Reading and writing proves that I'm not the only one! Then, you need a blog to make you laugh. Like this one. Lord knows I know a lot about teaching, but not much about clothes. Thanks to my sister- I can laugh AND learn! I don't know if I would be human if I didn't talk about it. Okay, I would be human, but I may look like this:
|Yes- I'm not a chef.|