Well, it's been about a week since my meltdown and public profession of same. As is usually the case in these matters, I immediately felt better and wondered why it was that I wrote on a public forum how crazy I was, but left it and went on with my life. Thinking I was all over the minuscule crisis. But I have to say that every time someone asks (really asks, not the flippant ask) how I am, I tear up anyway.
It is probably sleep deprivation. I don't know. It may be Pepsi deprivation (Six. More. Days!). Maybe it is just that I don't feel like (and now visualize a big censor pen marking through everything else I wrote because this is just something that I can't pretend I don't know a dozen people who could possibly read this and I just can't make it make sense and I don't want to have to explain it.)
Anyhoo, my day to day is better. Just don't ask how I am. My tear ducts are over active for some reason.
1 comment:
Jamie, Mothering is hard on the mind and body. Not that it's not worth it--it is, as we all know. But I remember having babies--my youngest is only 9--and some days lasted 48 hours. Know what I mean? Yeah, you do!
If you can, get a pedicure or something, at the very least. And never worry about your public confession because mothers everywhere (except those who are perfect, and who wants them around?) can relate ;)
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