I'm frustrated with what I can not get done lately. The house seems to constantly be a mess, the laundry multiplies overnight, and I can't keep up with the dirty dishes (even with the new dishwasher.) The fancy space heater that we bought for Cecilia's room broke sometime many months ago, and it still sits in the corner of the office. The baptism invitations that I bought for us to print out and send still sit in their original packaging. Photographs were framed and never hung. The junk mail is taking over the entryway. The "To-Do" list that I made over a month ago still has items not crossed off. And, I'm exhausted all the time.
Cecilia is thriving and gets loads of attention, and she's too fun to even try to explain it to you, but she is also draining. Just keeping it real over here.
The voice in my head is beating you to the punchline, "Get over it you big whiner. This is motherhood; all the fun and all the exhaustion wrapped up in one little swaddled package."
Labels: sweet child o'mine, thoughts