......but there is a rhyme and a reason to that. This post is a confessional. And my confession is that motherhood can be fucking hard......no one wants to say it, I didn't even want to think it, but its the truth. The cold hard motherfucking truth.
Not to say it isn't rewarding, because it is, so much more then I ever thought it could be. But last month was my "melt down " month. I was so busy trying to do it all, be a good mother, check. Be a good wife/housekeeper. check. Be a good friend, daughter, sister. check. Take time for myself, total fail. I sometimes think that if I'm not there to be with my son, I'm some sorta horrible mother. Crazy right?
But like I said in my last post, I was starting to take more time for myself, and it felt good. That continued all moth long and into August. I tried to focus on some much needed "me" improvement. Eating better, getting back to the gym, meeting former co-workers for a walk on a Sunday morning. (I brought Marshall on the walk), but dropped him off for a yoga/pilates/tai chi blend class.
The husband and I have been getting out more too.......dinner, a wedding, bon fires, and a couple of drinks.
Its been good.....no fucking great, no fucking refreshing!! The tallest, coldest, glass of water with a nice wedge of lemon. Ahhh!
Please don't get this post all twisted. I spend 92% of my time with my son, and I love it. He is my world, there is no doubt about that. And as of right now, I am still a stay at home mom. But the 8% "me time" was needed. Needed so I could be a better mom.
I guess you learn as you go.