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As I look around my living room I see, one little people activity garage set, about five sets of dirty toddler clothes, three books, a baby play yard, and a box full of random toys, and random candy wrappers, newspaper, shoes etc.
About five months ago, I would have had an absolute panic attack if my living room was this messy. Today however, I just can't find the strength to do anything about it.
Guys, I am tired. I am physically, emotionally, and utterly drained. These kids, this pregancy, and yes, even my husband is draining the life from me.
I need a break. I need someone to call and say, "Can I come take the kids for the afternoon?" I would love that. I would love to be able to clean my house without having a two year old running behind me dragging all the toys out.
I would love to go to the bathroom without a three year old knocking on the door asking me "are you doing #1 or #2" "don't forget to wipe".
I would love to grab a book and curl up on the sofa without hearing a ten month old cry from her highchair because she just wants me to hold her.
I would love to fix myself a snack and sit down and eat it without little mouths biting my sandwich from the other end.
But then, as I look around...I see Aaron holding a sippy cup upside down and dripping milk all over the floor, and see Noelle feeding the dog half of her hamburger, and listen to Holly snoring in the baby monitor, I realize, I wouldn't trade this life for anything. This is what God has given me. This is what my life is now. I am a mommy. I am a wife, I am needed. In about 20 years, maybe I'll have time for me again.
About five months ago, I would have had an absolute panic attack if my living room was this messy. Today however, I just can't find the strength to do anything about it.
Guys, I am tired. I am physically, emotionally, and utterly drained. These kids, this pregancy, and yes, even my husband is draining the life from me.
I need a break. I need someone to call and say, "Can I come take the kids for the afternoon?" I would love that. I would love to be able to clean my house without having a two year old running behind me dragging all the toys out.
I would love to go to the bathroom without a three year old knocking on the door asking me "are you doing #1 or #2" "don't forget to wipe".
I would love to grab a book and curl up on the sofa without hearing a ten month old cry from her highchair because she just wants me to hold her.
I would love to fix myself a snack and sit down and eat it without little mouths biting my sandwich from the other end.
But then, as I look around...I see Aaron holding a sippy cup upside down and dripping milk all over the floor, and see Noelle feeding the dog half of her hamburger, and listen to Holly snoring in the baby monitor, I realize, I wouldn't trade this life for anything. This is what God has given me. This is what my life is now. I am a mommy. I am a wife, I am needed. In about 20 years, maybe I'll have time for me again.