This morning, I had prunes flung at me by my ten month old and and let my 2.5 year old wear his rocket ship pj's to his home daycare provider because he was having a meltdown and we were all late for work. Work where I have to bill time while simultaneously trying to stay awake because our baby is teething, fussy, and ended up in the bed with us. Skipped breakfast like I always end up doing and was so famished that I went for the quickest meal possible at lunch which had tens of thousands of calories. Which probably explains why I still can't fit into my pre pregnancy clothes. While eating lunch, read posts here about parents not wanting to face their kids after work, being stressed, losing their identities as individuals, etc. Can so relate to that. Finished up my lunch hour commisserating with a friend who was pissed at her husband for taking their baby to the pool on Monday and forgot to put on sunscreen. Totally emphasized with her!
After thinking about my day and my life and the toll that parenting takes upon you, your job and your marriage (and while I admit this, I STILL consider myself more satisfied and content overall with my choice to have kids), I left work early and danced!
I had a playlist of amazing songs that I made when I went on a three week girls trip out west with my friends. Damn that was fun. I was fun! Playing those songs and dancing myself in my living room like I was in an iPod commercial made me SO happy! I hear how it's important to do stuff for yourself but like everyone else, it's just really difficult to do. But, seriously, I totally get it! For 45 minutes today, I was that really fun chick again, jamming to Bob Marley. Hello me-let's get reacquainted again!
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