Here I am in my mismatched jammies at 8:30 on a Wednesday night completely exhausted. I have been nursing a split lip, stiff neck, slightly kinked back, and incredibly sore eye for the past couple days. I was dreaming of a hot bath, in our over-sized tub, where I could finally finish up my book for book club next week. Yes, that would do the trick...with some quite music, sweet smelling candles...ahh, I can just feel myself feeling better.
Well, hubby got home half an hour ago in desperate need of a shower, and once he mentioned the word "shower" our little Summer (or Subba, as she calls herself) ran up stairs yelling adamently "showah, showah". So as I sit here typing, all the hot water for my much anticipated bubble bath is literally going down the drain.
Of course, this is my life. I've got a teenager who is always asking for something, and usually mad at me about something, and always wanting to go somewhere. I honestly have no idea how to be the parent of a teenager. I thought, I'd be good at it...I thought wrong. Most of the time I feel like a jerk. I've got a toddler who wants to be carried around the kitchen all day or walk in the middle of the street or mess up absolutely every speck of the house that might just be a little bit clean. I've got a kid that wants to watch tv all day and another who wants to play on the computer all day. And the toddler who wants to play with them all day. And a husband who rarely gets home before 8o'clock at night.
Life is hard...in an easy kind of way. I can't begin to think that I have it rough...I know I don't. But some days it feels like I'm at my limit. Some days I just wish I could take a time out of my own. Don't get me wrong, I know I am blessed. Every. Single. Day. I thank God for the gifts He has given me. But it doesn't mean it's not hard.
Motherhood...it's not for the faint-hearted--for real!
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