23 notes &
Thank you so much to everyone who wrote me or commented on my big post last week. I wrote it late one night when Matt was out at a work event, and it had been a very long couple of days. I hesitated before posting it because I was a little concerned that people would read it and be like, LOL what did you think it was going to be like with a newborn and a two year old you big dummy, stop feeling sorry for yourself already.
Instead, I basically got a big ol’ internet hug. Some of you offered “been there, done that, it’ll get better” encouragement (and please, if you’ve survived a similar experience and feel like sharing, I’m always up for hearing more), some offered commiseration, and a few of you gently asked if I might be suffering from a little PPD. I’ve been wondering if how I’m feeling lately qualifies as PPD or if I’m just normally stressed out. I’m inclined to go with the latter for now, but I’m keeping an eye on the situation.
It’s true that I’m in the middle of a pretty challenging period of parenting. It’s true that there are days when I indulge in a good cry during that twenty or thirty minute period when their naps overlap. However, I’m working on keeping it all in perspective. For example, yes, things can be tough BUT hey, at least I don’t have to mind the children *and* weave a shit ton of homespun so I can sew all their clothes *and* make my own soap *and* cook on a wood cookstove, all while my husband is off fighting the British. At least I’m not raising two kids in the 1770s, amirite?
I’m grateful for all the good things in my life right now. I’m always, always grateful for my wonderful husband, who cooks and cleans and compliments me even when I haven’t showered in three days and gets up at the crack of dawn every day with Milo so he can spend 2 hours with him before he goes to work. I’m grateful that Zachary doesn’t have colic. I’m grateful that he is a pretty good sleeper. I’m grateful that, despite me constantly fussing/yelling at him, Milo still loves me enough that a mommy kiss on every boo boo is enough to make it better instantly.
And I’m very, very grateful that Milo starts preschool in about 3.5 weeks. It’s only twice a week and it’s only for 3 hours each day, but I think that it’ll help give us all a little breathing space.
Poor Zachary! He could definitely use a little personal space, I think.
