I pride myself in my superwoman powers. You know the power to make lunch while doing laundry, putting on my makeup and writing an email. I am one of those people that have the strange power to multi-task – insanely. Everyone always asks how I get anything done with a two year old. I must admit it is my superwoman power to multi-task that allows me to get anything done. I can get things done quickly, efficiently and most of the time, on time. I don’t leave projects undone. When I start something I usually can’t sit down until it is done. That’s just me – until around May 1st.
What happened? This wee one in my belly is KICKING MY BUTT! Please don’t hear me complain, I am very grateful to be pregnant, especially after a miscarriage in January. We are very excited about adding to our family. I know I am blessed especially knowing many people who have struggled to get pregnant at all.
But I had a mini-meltdown last night. My house is a wreck, I haven’t showered in a LONG time, I average making our bed about once a week, dust covers every square inch of furniture, we are going to have to recycle underwear soon if I don’t do laundry, I make a good dinner maybe once a week, Isaac has watched more TV than I care to admit, people are going to start calling me Bert
if I don’t do something with my eyebrows soon, my kitchen floor is caked with dried cheerios and other goodies, the hair on my legs can rival a caveman, and I haven’t worn make-up or looked remotely female for at least a month. Oh and my mother-in-law is coming tonight for a visit.
But…I HAVE BEEN SLEEPING ALOT.
Trying to clean goes something like this…clean for 10 minutes, rest for 30 minutes. Needless to say I haven’t been very effective and last night I was emotional and bawling to my husband, “I can’t do it all, I can’t be a mom, and a wife right now. I am sucking at my job.” Of course Tim gave me an encouraging pep talk. So I pulled myself up by my bootstraps (actually the hair on my legs) and went downstairs and he helped me clean out the science projects in my refridgerator. I felt better after accomplishing one thing yesterday.
I keep waiting for the second trimester energy boost. Please, Lord let it come back. I want to be supermoman again.
Until then. . . for the sake of my family and everyone who comes in contact with me, I hope to at least shower and shave today.