Nearly three years ago I was sitting outside on a hot and humid Midwest summer day. My four-year-old and two-year-old boys were gleefully riding their bikes after splashing around in the kiddie pool, while I was trying to keep myself and my cranky four-month-old daughter cool.
I was hating life just then.
As a mom of littles, especially if you stay at home, you’re never, ever alone. Even when the kids are sleeping you’re on high alert, and if you’re breastfeeding—well, your own body is a constant reminder of your lack of independence.
And yet, it is a very lonely occupation.
The heat was melting away my rational thought. “I can’t do this anymore,” I repeated to myself, referring to nothing and everything. “I just can’t. I quit!” I dreamily wondered if I could run away for a little while.
And then I did the really mature thing. I got on Facebook and whined about my life.
A friend noticed and called me. She had been my closest friend in town but had just moved away several weeks before. When she asked what was wrong, I started crying. I missed her. I was miserably hot, even in the air-conditioned basement. My kids were so needy all of the time. I felt so alone…
Do you relate? I’ve got some tips that can help. Finish reading this post over at What You Make It.
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