motherhood
So I’m not doing well with the whole motherhood thing lately. It’s not my kids, love them. I’m just bored. I’m bored with the dishes, the picking out clothes, the cleaning of toys, the playing kids games or keeping Matisse happy… I know this sounds terrible, but it’s not easy being with kids alone for a long time. I wish we had more of a tribal community out here. There’s tons of people around me, but not a lot with kids in my neighboorhood. I have to plan and drive 35 min. or so to get near friends with kids. We’re thinking of moving eventually, but I don’t think that’ll solve it. When people lived in closer community there just seems like there was more help and the whole, it takes a tribe to raise a child thing… I don’t need to be away from my kids for very long, but I’m just not a kid person. David enjoys the kid age, I enjoy the H.S. age. But, I do love my kids so I’m torn.
Oh great, Victoria’s Secret is going to have a special show right now. Just another reminder of those last 5 pounds to lose. It’s harder after the 2nd kid- that’s all I’ll say. But, still no stretch marks.
So, some moms make it look so easy and like they like being with the kids all day. I’m finding myself trying to fill up the hours lately and I just don’t like living that way.
Matisse grabbed my face today with both hands and tried to eat it.
Aiden held me and asked if we could cuddle on the couch.
Those moments are worth it–but what about all the mundane others?