I literally have no time for anything anymore since coming back to work. No time to write. No time to read. No time for a glass of wine. Etc. etc. etc. It’s why I haven’t been active on this blog in the last 2.5 months. My time is devoted to work, laundry, baby food, dirty diapers and children’s athletics. I love these things, but it’s draining.
I do miss the days of being able to curl up with a good book and glass of red wine. Getting lost in the pages.
I miss taking time to write out my frustrations and worries. So that they don’t get bottled up inside. Waiting for the pressure to release in a volcanic explosion.
I miss being able to drop everything so I can go to a last minute invite to a concert or play.
I miss taking time for myself.
And, most of all, I miss having time to sleep.
Kids are great, and I wouldn’t change anything about my life, but I do miss the little things sometimes. But mostly just sleep.
As I sit and read the last post I wrote, I feel discouraged. I can’t even take my own advice. Being a mom is awesome. But I haven’t taken care of myself too. I have been so focused on the needs of others (kids, work, husband), that I forgot my own. Hopefully two months from now, I’ll look back and be thankful I found some time for myself.
I am a working mom and these have been my confessions.