As I just finished nursing and putting the baby down, raced to put away my last load of laundry, sent Liam to his room for pulling up threads in the carpet with a sharp transformer gun (too ruined to fix), and sat down on my unmade bed to open the computer for a sec...I feel like...
I am so not good at this. This mother thing.
I feel guilty all the time.
I took the boys to Jungle Mania to get us out of the house today. It was a lot of work to get the 3 kids out by myself and nurse while there, but it was good to get the stir-crazy boys out of the house. I wish I could do it more. I wish I had enough time, and money, and energy and creativity. I feel like they are always bored. I don't know how to balance the "keeping house" part of motherhood with the having fun part. I can't seem to find time to have a good meal on the table, groceries in the fridge, the kids dressed nicely, hair cut, appointments made and kept, school work and Awana work up to date, beds made, laundry done and still time to play games and be with them. I don't have a job outside the home, so I don't know why I find it so hard. Maybe it's the demands of the nursing baby? the fact that I'm still up once or twice during the nights? I don't know, but I'm dropping the ball. I didn't get Riley to the dentist in time. He had to get his tooth pulled out. I feel terrible about it. I haven't been to the dentist in a year either. I haven't found a new chiro in town. I didn't send out Christmas letters.
Basically, I suck. That's how I feel today...good way to start the year, isn't it.