A second baby isn’t an addition. It’s exponential.
That basically sums up my long-ish post for the Silicon Valley Moms Blog today.
I promise, my post was so much funnier in my head. I cringe rereading it now, wishing I had spent more time editing and less time meandering. It’s just that I’ve been so frustrated lately that it was difficult to show restraint. The whining… er, words just kept coming, but each rings truth.
My son was actually interrupting me every five minutes as I wrote. I set him up with chalk for the backyard, a brand new box of crayons and a coloring book, water colors, Legos… All futile. He would just run back to my side, begging, “come plaaaaaay with meeeeeeeeeeeeeee.”
I would be lying if I told you it didn’t make me feel loads of guilt, but I DO spend all day with him and his sister.
I play. I feed. I cuddle. I laugh. I do silly dances and make up silly songs. I kiss owies. I wipe bums. I tuck them in with the library books we chose together after story time. I give them the good kisses and the good hugs. And the next day, it’s lather, rinse, repeat.
But after the unrelenting exhaustion that comes with that, what’s left for myself? For my marriage? For my LIFE?
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The only reason I have any time for me is because Peter takes care of Alexa when he gets home from work. She goes to bed so damn late that there is almost no time for us together alone. Hoping something changes soon…otherwise I’m going to forget how to be a couple at all :-/
.-= Amber´s last blog ..Some Perspective – A Year Later =-.