Some people wonder how I manage to get it all done in a day. I am often called supermom or superwoman. I am neither of these things. I am just an everyday woman trying to live my best life now.
With 10 children and a business, I definitely have my days and at 11:04 p.m. its hardly began to end.
The post topic is keywords I have used or set to use when I am at my wit’s end. Today I need all three. Today started out rough. I woke up late. I didn’t get to do the things around the house that I wanted to do and I was rushed which means I forgot to pack a few things for our trip to the beach, which was amazing by the way.
I am a part of this awesome stay at home mom group where the women look and think and struggle just like me. It is a beautiful feeling to connect with such beautiful kindred souls.
However, I am sure I do not have to tell you how stressful a day at the beach is with 10 children and daddy couldn’t make it. Constant counting, chastising, searching, and the famous interruptions. But in between those moments, I was able to talk on an adult level.
Packing up…not so fun. The drive home…even worse. everyone in the car fell asleep including me a couple times. But we made it safely.
I stopped by the grocery store to pick up veggies for dinner and came home to cook for everyone except me, because I am now Raw Vegan, that in itself can be stressful. I made a salad for myself and waited until McRush was finished putting my radiator in so we can eat together. He didn’t finish until almost 10:30 and by then I was exhausted from cooking, bathing, cleaning, singing, fussing, and feeding #10.
Unbeknownst to McRush that I was waiting on him, he came in and started eating… without me. I am so tired and flustered that I have a migraine and, after I blog, I still have to do some client work.
Being a mom is hard. You want to remain soft and gentle yet firm and strong, the attempt to balance is stressful.
I oftentimes feel bad (and so I don’t) mentioning these woes to McRush because he empathizes with me but I wonder if he gets it. He gets it enough to step in and had I asked, he would have but then my car wouldn’t be fixed.
BTW, I no longer want my salad.