I just gotta get this off my chest - I've been feeling like a Class-A mommy-failure lately.
Being a mom of two is hard, guys. Really em-effing hard. I had the whole "mom-of-one" thing pretty much down pat, but throw another little human into the mix and I fall to pieces. And my husband, God love him, is NEVER EFFING HERE.
So I feel like I'm getting a whole heap of shit dropped on me with no one to help pull me out.
My oldest doesn't get nearly enough attention. She watches way too much TV. We barely leave the house because I just can't, for the life of me, figure out how to get the hell out without someone sleeping, needing a diaper change, or needing to eat (seriously, is there truly ever a moment when they will both be awake, fed, changed, and happy at the same time??).
My house looks like we were robbed. And foreclosed on. Dishes are piled in the sink. There are toys, clothes, and crumbs all over the floor...and I think it's been like three weeks since we've mowed the lawn (howdy, neighbors!).
Me? Well, I look like a hot mess, hunnies. I'm lucky to shower every other day, I live in old pajamas (cuz let me tell ya, this baby weight is NOT melting off), and my hair and makeup? Yeah, never done. I'm sleep-deprived, overwhelmed, and under-motivated.
Let me be perfectly clear - I LOVE my kids. Love, love, love, love, love them. To pieces.
And I love being a stay-at-home-mom.
But I really forgot how shitty the newborn stage was. And some days, I want to go running from my house, screeching and pulling my hair out...while simultaneously chugging a bottle of wine.
Ahhh, wine...
Ps. Here is a picture of my future blogger (and didn't I tell you about my floors...?)
