I spend my mornings making sure children are getting fed and dressed.
I spend my days keeping at least 1 eye on my toddler, the other on the dogs, the computer, the lunch I am making, or whatever else needs my attention.
I spend my afternoons making sure homework is done, dogs are not overfed, and no one is fighting.
I spend my evenings preparing dinner, cleaning up, bathing, or some other type of child related activity (the husband does help out on these areas as we normally split duties because really, we all know I rarely cook).
I spend my nights watching TV with the husband and then glued to my laptop.
In all of this I’m missing something.
Time for myself.
So I’m changing this.
Because I need to.
I am drowning.
So I ask for help. I reach out when I can’t take it anymore. While trying to hold back tears I tell, beg, ask my husband for an hour or two of alone time.
Thankfully he gets it. He sees the frustration in my eyes and the zits on my face that can only be caused by stress.
He helps me.
I can rise again.