Please fix my life
Posted: January 23, 2010 Filed under: War and Peace 1 CommentI need you to tell me how to get rid of my bad habits and become perfect, tidy, charming (wait, got that already), and brilliant (close on that one). Better yet, just wave your magic wand. Please?
I’ve been feeling really lousy the past few weeks. I had hoped it was just some weird girly hormone thing, because I usually (back me up on this, the Romgi) am fairly level-headed – but since the start of 2010 have cried about (1) spilled paint; (2) the Bwun not cuddling with me, which he never ever does; (3) the Romgi making a fantastically delicious candlelit dinner for me; (4) forgetting to move laundry from the washer to the dryer; and (5) a song on the radio. I’m sure there are other instances that I’ve blocked from my memory.
Combined with this madness, the Bwun is either sick or teething (or maybe just plain ornery). He takes a nap at a regular time, but he tends to wake up about half an hour after I put him to bed at night. It drives…me…crazy. Of course I think the Bwun is pretty much the greatest baby in the universe, but with my mood and his fussing I find myself overly frustrated with him more and more often. And I’m exhausted.
Unfortunately, I feel like all of these things are just excuses for me to be lazy. I don’t want to spend all day doing laundry – so maybe I’ve used the Bwun’s fussy behavior as a “reason” for not getting it done. Ditto with the kitchen, the bedroom, my class, and so on.
Seriously, I want my life back. The one where I’m in control of how I feel. This is just getting ridiculous. (But I did set up the computer again and start posting more, so you must not mind, right?) I just baked some brownies in the Baker’s Edge pan the Romgi got for Christmas, and maybe that will help. Any other solutions?
Jarom
Mika
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First of all you have to realize that when you’re chronically tired life is like what you’ve described. Be sure you nap when the baby naps. The other stuff will either get done or it won’t–that’s not how your success is defined. Whether it’s a valid excuse or not really doesn’t matter. If you don’t have the energy to be a whirlwind of household competence, it’s okay. Some of us get fewer miles to the gallon on emotional energy. Take care of the baby, you, and your husband the best you can. And try to not feel guilty about how much of the rest does or doesn’t get finished.