Whew. The last few days have been mentally/emotionally taxing. Like, the last 8 weeks worth of few days.
I think I forgot how draining being a new mom can be, even though it's the second time around.
I'm sruggling to find a way to do it all. Be a great mom, spend time with my kids,...keep them clean, fed, safe... keep ME clean, fed and safe ... to say nothing of being a wife. And my house? Lord, help me. I want a bigger house but I need clean team to come with it.
I've been feeling overwhelmed. I've been feeling tired, dull, sometimes like a complete failure.
I don't know if this is post-partum depression or just normal. When Teaghan was born, I had a mini-break down right after birth, when we couldn't get breastfeeding down and she had jaundice. But it was quick and seemed to have a point, you know? I was a BRAND NEW mom and dealing with real issues. Now I just feel like a flake.
Today was a good day. I got a shower (!), wore a new skirt that actually fits (it was only $6 on clearance at Target!) and the day went off with nary a hitch. Tomorrow I'll probably be back in my old pajama pants with today's mascara around my eyes, bleary eyed and caffinated, sticky from breastmilk and baby spit, standing in a heap of toys after the girls have finally gone down for a nap, wondering where the day went.