I. need. a. break.*
Have you ever found yourself feeling like the people you usually rely on for support have become so busy with their own lives that you are left alone. Suddenly life feels like a series of ice creams dropping on the pavement. You just feel alone and overwhelmed. Even if you can afford more ice cream. As many ice creams as you'd like.
But thats just it about life, isn't it? Whats the use having ice creams or a new dress or exciting news if you have everyone but no one to share it with? I'm not talking about the silly day-to-day things. I do my dishes and I pick my little girls toys up (at least a thousand times a day) and I try to make sure that there is dinner available. Everyone does these things. Sometimes life is full of big moments, made big because they are built out of the little ones. These are what need to be shared.
Before the all encompassing "housewife" moments become too big, maybe just find someone to share with that you finally managed to find that specific cloth or nappy you've been searching for. Someone who, maybe has been searching for the same thing. Someone who will, with gusto, declare that your seemingly mundane life is only as mundane as their own.
And then you will celebrate. And buy two extra packs.
Husbands don't always understand the hormone driven psyche of a mom. And a pregnant one, please. One moment I find said stupid micro fibre cloth and rejoice. The next I am so consumed with tears and emotion, that even I don't know what is going on.
Life is a funny place. Sometimes being a grown-up is horrible. And lonely.
*no children, dishwashers or pets were harmed in the writing of this post.
