Sometimes I am sick of living a life wherein the best thing that happens to me all day is that the baby goes to sleep. Sometimes I want to be with all my old friends, all the people my age who are out having fun and not feeling crushed under a burden I wasn't prepared for.
Sometimes it's hard to be grateful for what I have when I feel like I had so much more 2 years ago. I know, I know. Every child is a blessing, every day your child wakes up and breathes is a miracle, but... She would have been just as much of a blessing in five years time when I'd finished figuring myself out.
*hugs*
ReplyDeleteYou're not alone. We all have thoughts like that. Today was one of those days for me too. x
Some days, the only good thing to come out of it is that everyone is still alive. I know. xx
ReplyDeleteWe have all been there. Now my problem is trying to drag my 16 y/o out of bed. :)
ReplyDeleteBut really when you think of it, the times that they snuggle their little heads into your neck and you think aaaah and then they sneeze crumbs and snot all down your back, aren't they truly magical? :)
I would have killed for a blog when my children were small, I just felt so stifled. As if my life was on hold whilst I raised these very demanding small people.