That's what my life feels like right now. I never seem to stop, always racing.
Don't get me wrong I was aware that things would change when we brought Zoey home. MAYBE I forgot how little sleep I would get in the first year but I knew things would change. I did have high hopes that once Maddie started school things would calm down a bit at home. Nope. Racing. Faster.
Zoey goes to bed around 9 or 10pm and at the 2 month mark she was sleeping through the night. It was awesome. Then something happened, I don't know what but she doesn't anymore. She awakes anywhere from 1 to 4 times between going to sleep and when my alarm goes off at 7am. Most mornings she is up at 6 and then starts to doze around 6:50am so there goes my last shot at an hour of sleep.
At 7am the race is on. I have until 8:15 to get Maddie up, dressed, fed, lunch packed, brushed hair, brushed teeth. Oh yeah and nurse the baby. And get myself into a somewhat appropriate attire.
8:15 Zoey gets loaded into the stroller, backpack strapped on Maddie and out the door we go. I told myself that the day Maddie started school would be the day that I would throw myself 100% into a self makeover. Every single morning I workout after I drop Maddie off at school. Most days I really do love it. Who doesn't love watching the numbers on the scale drop? It's awesome!
This past week I even stepped it up and now I am working on the c25k program. So now I really am RACING in the morning.
I end up getting back home around 9:30 at which point magically the minute I push the stroller into the garage Zoey's eyes pop open. Gah! Shower? Nope. Time to feed the baby again. Then play. Most days I can I get in the shower by 10:30 but that means I also have to sing songs at the top of my lungs from the shower to keep the baby happy.
On a good day Zoey goes down for a nap around 11am. 11am?!? My day is half shot already! Time for the next race- food, laundry, cleaning, figure out what the hell I am going to make for dinner and prep it. Blog? BAH! Clearly that hasn't happened much.
Zoey is usually awake by 2pm so its nursing time again and playtime. Then we are out the door again at 3pm to pick Maddie up from school.
3pm starts the most stressful part of my day. Pick up Maddie, snack time, start homework, start dinner, nurse baby, deal with crying cranky baby who refuses to take a small nap, back to homework, dinner is burning or raw because I forgot to turn the oven on in the first place.
Most days hubby is home by 5 for dinner at 5. Whew. Take a breath. Serve dinner, eat dinner err or eat dinner while nursing a baby. The hubs cleans up after dinner-thankfully, so I toss both the kids in the bathtub and then we all crawl in bed for story time until 6:30pm. Maddie heads to her bedroom at 6:30 and has a strict lights out at 7pm.
At this point in the day I am done. Exhausted.
I get to the end of the day every day feeling like I have accomplished nothing. Even as I sit here typing this I know that I am wasting time. I still haven't had breakfast (its 11:19am), I have clothes that need to be folded, I have been looking at the same band aid wrapper on my floor for a week thinking I REALLY need to sweep. Wait what's for dinner tonight?
Please tell me I am not the only one who feels like this!