It's Thursday, and I can honestly say that every day this week has felt like a Monday. If I had a 'do-over' button, I would have pushed it every day this week. I saw a post from a friend on Facebook earlier today that said, 'What's so great about adulting? Yes, we can have ice cream for breakfast, stay up late, and buy candy whenever we want, but adulting- like real adulting is hard!' No truer words, friend.
My son started Kindergarten this week. You read that right- I have a kindergartener. How can this be? Just yesterday he was still in diapers, and now he's wearing school uniforms and I am packing a lunchbox every night before I go to bed. The transition from prechool to kindergaren has been an easy one, but an exhausting one. I have gone to bed before 9 pm every night this week. To say I am worn out is probably an understatement. Being mom to two instead of one is new to me, and seriously- it's hard... a lot harder than I imagined it would be.
Most days of the week, I don't go out of the house- unless it's to school and back. I am in desperate need of some mommy time. My kids need to connect with their dad- he's at work all day, and they only see him for 2-3 hours before bedtime and quickly each morning. Moms need time to recharge. Sometimes I'll steal an hour on a Saturday to run to Hobby Lobby or to get a pedicure. I used to feel really guilty about wanting to take a little time for myself, but truthfully, I don't anymore... because I haven't used the bathroom alone in almost six years. My littles are always with me, and I love them, but for my own sanity, it's good for me to take little breaks every now and then.
Of course, there are weeks were I don't get that time to myself, so I try to just sit and enjoy a cup of tea or coffee while S takes her afternoon nap, before B gets home from school. Sometimes I read, work, or turn on Netflix for 15 minutes. That quick recharge helps me make it through to 8 pm. Hey, I'll take what I can get.