SHANA is retarded.
just checkin to see if you really do read…muahaha!!
Weary.
It’s one of those days. One where I’m convinced I’ll be struggling with naptimes, crankiness, and whining for the rest of my life. One where it feels like I’ll be nursing a baby forever (and it already seems like I have been). One where it seems I’ll never be able to spend enough quality time with my firstborn, or manage to get a presentable meal prepared by dinnertime (without spending the entire afternoon working on it). Most of all, it’s one of those days where I feel like I’ll never be free again, never have an afternoon—oh heck, just an HOUR—to myself again, to simply read a book that I enjoy, without constantly having to put it down to go do something else.
I am weary.
God, please give me the strength to get through the next two months, one week and 4 days. (Because as of this kid’s first birthday, I’m turning in my rented pump and NEVER setting my alarm for 4am again! I think an uninterrupted night’s sleep would do wonders for my constant state of misery and bone-tirededness.) (And yes, I still get up and pump at 4am. While Des sleeps away. I’m not crazy, just determined to breastfeed him for a year, and pumping is necessary because he sleeps for so long overnight. Well, maybe I am a little crazy, but I just have to do this for him—he deserves the best.)
But ohhh, am I weary.