I was in kind of a bad place a few weeks back. There was one morning where I said to DH "I feel like I'm going crazy and nobody cares." I did not mean this in a haha sort of way. Not to demean those who are actually going crazy; I've had a front row seat for that performance before, and I knew I was in a different place. But at the same time, I was going crazy inside. DH was working all the time. MJ was adjusting her napping routine (no thanks to daycare, who has mandated one nap a day) and was cranky every time I saw her. I felt like everything was falling on my shoulders. I didn't just feel this way, I knew that it was true.
But then my mom came to visit. We had an initial rough patch. Then I came down with some sort of 6 day stomach flu, complete with the worst pain I've had since labor, and it was such a relief to have her here. To be the one being mothered rather than doing the mothering. We worked through our differences and really had a wonderful visit. She stayed for 3 weeks, a long time to have any house guest, but I was still sad to see her go.
We have started to get back into our old routine. The first day after my mom's departure we both came thudding back to reality, remembering what it's like to come home and never be able to relax. But some things have changed. DH is picking up fewer shifts, meaning I am not doing as much solo parenting. We have started to pay someone to come clean for us, and they are absolutely superb. It's expensive, but the amount of sanity and peace it brings me has so far been worth every penny. And I signed up for an art class, the first thing I've done just-for-me since MJ was born. Yes, I've had beers with friends and had some me-time afternoons. But this feels different, and I'm psyched about it. I'll post pics when I have something to show.
I've talked to a few women whose blogs petered out after their little one's first birthday. I will try my darnedest not to let that happen here. But feel free to call me out if you haven't heard from me in a while....