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Friday, September 02, 2005
Falling to pieces..
Sometimes motherhood overwhelms me... when I'm tired and there are still 3 million gazzzzillion things to do...
That's when I get pissed off at the little things.. like when Cameron is cranky for some unknown reason on top of all the work I have to do...
Some of you might think .. oh yeah.. housewife duties.. that's easy.
Let me tell you something.
ONLY IF YOU'RE FRIGGIN MARY POPPINS. Otherwise... stick that umbrella up your wazzooo.
I am now in awe of how my own mother survived raising us and working and doing the housework and gee..
In the morning I put the dirty laundry in the machine and start it. That's by far the easiest thing that I can do. I have to then wait for Poopiepants to fall asleep so that I can leave him and hang the laundry out to dry.. which is in the communal area of the complex... in my backyard.
If I'm lazy I'll pop it in the dryer .. but our last electricity bill was so ridiculous that I have to start learning how to save electricity around the house...
During this time when Poopiepants falls asleep I get to have my morning shower... I can never enjoy it because I'm keep a constant ear out for his cry, and it's hard to do under running water..
Christopher doesn't have much time for either of us when he's working .. he comes home absolutely flat out from work and goes straight to sleep and sometimes he sleeps straight through until it's time to go to work again...
I hate that I'm constantly working.. it might not seem so but I am.
There's always laundry to do.. dishes to wash... dinner to cook.. cleaning around the house...
that's in between changing diapers... putting the child to sleep.. entertaining him.. giving him his bath...feeding him...
It doesn't end. And it drives me insane on the worser days.
On Christopher's days off we go shopping ... but we're always on a budget trying to save for the house...
I want ME time sometimes... and we go to my inlaws place where my baby gets ripped from my arms and gets cuddles from the rest of the family... funny how when that happens I miss him.. even though we spend all our time together...
Cameron's almost like my best friend. We do everything together and he cracks me up... just oohing and aahing.
Students get a break from school periodically. Workers get to go home and relax and there are weekends off. Everyone gets a break sometimes...
Not us though. Not our kind. Because we're home all the time everyone thinks that we're always having a day off...
Sometimes I wish I was back at work. I think that would be a sane escape from the reality of today. But at the same time I think I'd die of missing Cameron too much, the way he smiles and laughs and does whatever he does...
Sometimes I want a break. I just haven't figured out a way so that we're all happy.
thoughts rambling 9:02 PM
A new chapter after the pregnancy journal...
The arrival of Cameron David Simpson
Born on the 16th of June 2005 at 7:26am
Mater Mother's Hospital, South Brisbane
Weighing in at 8lbs 6oz
