Sometimes, the mental load is just overwhelming. On the outside, most moms look like they’ve got everything covered and figured out. Chances are, her brain is constantly moving between the one million small things that need to be done in between the 50 big things on her list for the day. Sure, it all seems simple enough. Cook, clean, pay bills, keep child alive, get some writing done, choreograph a song. Continue reading
And no, it’s not because I’ve accomplished some wild, impressive thing. It’s because my 4-year old will be going to kindergarten soon, and I’m 11 weeks along with my second child. THE RESPONSIBILITIES ARE REAL, MY FRIENDS! For some reason, my first few years as a parent has felt like one big experiment. I was totally okay with just going with the flow, not really following a routine, going out and about with my son depending on what we felt like doing that day. Continue reading
Look. Sometimes I am not proud of myself. There are days when all I really want is to sit on the couch, watch Forensic Files on Netflix, and NOT BE TALKED TO OR TOUCHED ALL DAY LONG. But hey, I am a parent and I’ve waived that right for the next few years. Except for my birthday, because it’s what I asked my husband for as a gift hahaha.
Anyway, on these bad days, sometimes I raise my voice. We have made big strides towards being a yell-free home (my husband has no yelling capabilities, I covered it all for him), but it is still a daily decision I make. We’ve decided that explaining things to E is much more effective than lording our authority over him. We want him to practice cooperation instead of blind obedience. AND HEY SURPRISE! IT ISN’T EASY! Because OH EM GEE sometimes i don’t want to explain any of my actions and I want you to just please for the love of God stop running and let me put lotion on you. Continue reading
This is a question I hear often, being a work-at-home mom without household help or a yaya. It is difficult for people to fathom that I spend majority of my day with a tiny little terror whose favorite past-time is anything that DOES NOT involve any form of sitting or relaxation. Other ways of asking this question is “what’s your schedule like?” or “Sa bahay lang kayo?”
Some people skip the question altogether and just assume that I am “a woman of leisure” and they so wish they could do what I do. This one never fails to make me belly laugh. I’m unsure of what they mean by “leisure”, but that’s not something I actually get to do often. Maybe 2 hours every other week, 4 tops.
It’s a fair question, really. I’m sure that 2005 Kris wondered the same thing. I am also pretty sure I vowed that I would never stay at home, and yet here I am.
So, what DO I do all day?
The past two weeks have been pretty horrid for us, sleep-wise. Naps are awesome, but the night time brings with it a ton of wakings, frustration and obviously, lack of sleep.
I’ve been attributing this madness to his teething (4 little buggers are coming in), and we’re giving homeopathic teething gel and Camilia to help with his discomfort. His first stretch of sleep is the longest, from 2.5-3 hours straight. After that, it’s hourly until I finally bring him to bed with me. But even bedsharing no longer guarantees straight sleep like it used to. It does, however, guarantee me being kicked in the vagina, punched on the boob and spending a few minutes in the bathroom crying out to God and asking Him why I’m being punished this way.
Now during the day, my son is the sweetest, funniest, smiliest, cuddliest little ball of energy. Which is why the nights are harder still– I can’t seem to figure out what turns my lovely fella into an MMA fighter at night. Which is what has brought me to this point. Yes, this rambling has a point.
I love coffee so darn much, but today I decided to lay off it (one week at a time) to see if there is any change in Elon’s sleep habits. I doubt it actually has any effect but this is how desperate I am.
Today all I’ve had is two cups of chamomile tea and one long, throbbing headache. Withdrawal is the worst. I’m also really pissy and I want to kick a kitten. The worst part– elon kicked me a million times before finally falling asleep. I put him down in the crib but now I am currently nursing him back to sleep for the third time tonight– and he’s only been asleep two hours. UGH. This experiment better be worth it.
I’m giving it one week. Then I’ll try to extend to another week. I will try my best to diligently write down the effects to see if caffeine has been the culprit all along.
So here we are, day one caffeine- free. And I want to stab somebody.
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