Can I just tell you all?
I’m having a bad week. A bad moment.
A moment in which I am tired of being a mom to a tired and not feeling well toddler. One who breaks my heart with joy but still manages to exhaust me and wear out all the patience that I possess.
Brian worked late Monday, was at the ambulance Tuesday, helped out our neighbor Wednesday and has his EMT exam tonight. I’m not saying it’s been an easy week for him but I just need a
night week off. Monday night J and I shopped at the mall, I stayed home with him on Tuesday because he was sick. On Wednesday he barely made it through the day at school. Today he seems better but I’m wiped out.
I need a moment away from “ea, ea, ea” (that’s eat in Jeffrey-ease) and “no car-t, more cereal, mama” Last night he wouldn’t feed himself. He actually sat on his hands while I spoon fed him cereal and held the sippy cup for him. He was sick so I didn’t want to fight.
I’m just tired. I want my husband to be home while our child is awake. I want to run away and hide somewhere else for a few days. I need a bubble bath and the feeling of being well rested.
I just need this moment to pass. To remember what a joy my little guy is and maybe a
glass bottle of good wine.