I’m exhausted. I don’t know what has happened lately, but I am feeling like things are too busy around here. I don’t know if it’s my schedule, the pregnancy factor, or the sick factor (I’ve had a cold for a week and a half that I can’t kick), but something has got to give! I always had visions of having so much more time on my hands once my girls started school and that has NOT been the case. Of course, Ellie is only in school until 12:30 and Addison only goes for a few hours a few days a week. I feel like by the time I drop Addison off it’s time to turn around and pick her up again. Our afternoons have been so busy with swim lessons, gymnastics, dancing, church stuff, play dates, homework (yes – I’m already complaining about homework and my child is in Kindergarten). It seems like I’m always rushing my girls – “get dressed, grab your stuff, were late late late, we’ll eat in the car, where are your shoes, go go go!” We have way too much going on for a 3 and 5 year old. And way too much going on for this
thirty-two twenty-something year old.
Then there are the doctor appointments. I have been LIVING at the doctor’s office lately.
-regular pregnancy visits
-extra visits sparked on by trip to Emergency Room
-my flu shot
-girls’ flu shots
-family’s swine flu shots
-girls’ yearly allergy appointment
-follow up to Addie’s flu shot
-Addie’s ear ache appointment
-my TB test (to be able to volunteer at Ellie’s school)
-annual skin app.
There have been more appointments than that but my brain is too fried right now to remember the rest. A reminder from my girls’ dentist – “time for your 6 month check-up!” – came in the mail tonight. I told Kenny I’m done. The appointment will have to be made during a time when he can take them. Cause here’s the story with taking my girls to the doctor. It is inevitable that when I have the girls with me, the wait to see the doctor is forever long. I can only keep them occupied with snacks and coloring for so long before their wildness comes out. They can’t hold still. They can’t talk quietly. They can’t not touch things they shouldn’t touch. And very shortly I become exhausted from trying to keep them contained. At our last appointment before the doctor left the room she said good-bye to my girls, glanced at my stomach, and said “you’re gonna have your hands full.”
Well just great. I already feel like I have my hands full. And my plate is full. And something has got to give. My girls don’t have enough time to be home. To play pretend. To color and create. And I don’t have enough time to be home. To clean and organize. To fix healthy snacks. To work on my projects and create. So I pulled Ellie out of gymnastics (which made me sad because she enjoys it and is good at it) and I’m looking at what else we can do to re-adjust our schedule so that we have more down time at home. Plus it’s November. I love November. It’s the month to focus on gratitude and to be home and cozy with the fireplace on. Well, except that in San Diego there’s really no need for a fireplace. But it sounded good. I was also hoping that November would allow me some time to get a jump start on shopping and projects and card making for December so that I can truly enjoy the holiday season and not feel rushed and stressed.
So far, November is off to a rocky start. And I’m already feeling rushed and stressed. And I just don’t have my usual stamina these days. And I’m realizing that I won’t have my usual stamina for the next two or so years. Because this is what happens when you get pregnant and have a baby. Wonderful as it is, life is crazy. And I’m gonna have my hands full.