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Wednesday, September 5, 2012

It's Real


I have locked myself in our office.
It is 8:00 p.m. on Tuesday night.
The toddler has been picked up from Preschool,
 toted around in his luxurious car seat while being fed gourmet snacks while Mama did some last minute nerve wrecking emergency chores,
 fed,
bathed,
storied,
 and now hopefully sleeping.
Dear God, please let him be sleeping....
The husband is on the couch watching the freaking DNC.
Really?????




 And I...
I am locking myself in the office to blog and catch up.
Or to be honest, not have to deal with human interaction because I just might
come out of my skin, and rip off a body part and beat you with it,
or better yet, spear you with my horrid curse words.
No holds bar here.
I will use them all.
Yes, it's one of those days.
Nights actually.
And you know who I blame?
I blame my crazy hormones.
Because everyone needs someone or something to blame right?
 
So,
I have been feeling like I just might blow lately.
Like holy shit,
duck and cover,
Cheryl is going to blow!
I have been trying to keep it under wraps for the sake of my family
but I think "it" might happen soon.
About once a day this feeling of stress comes over me.
Kinda feels like it is suffocating me.
Soon, all I am going to be able to hear from my husband is
"there she blows"
  
 
When?
Time will tell.
 
You see I thought I had this Mom thing under control.
As in my family and work life balance.
Yep, sure don't.
I have had several changes at work that have been adding more to
my plate.
And it doesn't just stop when I walk out of the door at work.
It seeps into my home life.
Like on the weekends.
It's something I have to deal with but its extremely difficult.
 
And don't forget about my other boss.
Ya know the 3 foot boss.
Who demands milk at 6:00 AM and hits you with a baseball bat... just because.
Whoa.
I have heard about these two's.
But holy tantrum.
 
I will soon find my balance.
At least I hope so.
So either the hormones better get a grip,
or Cher will find herself in the fetal position
spatting profanities at anything that might be possibly thinking of saying something
nice or positive to bring me back to reality.
It ain't going to happen and I don't wanna hear it.
Got it.
 
So please, wish my luck in finding my balance yet again.

 
 
 
 

5 comments:

Sara said...

Good luck!! And good job locking yourself in the office! I try to lock myself in our bedroom When the hubs is home. I tell you these kids! Mackenzie has been exceptionally trying these past few nights. Last night was my breaking point. I blame it on the fact that she doesn't talk/can't communicate to me. I guess I say that to make myself feel better!
Good luck again!! I admire you working moms!

Sondra said...

I feel you on this. I have been struggling so hard with this busy new (to me) life as a working mama and finding the balance in it all. It is so HARD!

Leah @ ThreeFites said...

LOVE IT! So glad to read someone's written words when they match my feelings exactly. Thank you for sharing - and good luck with making sure there's no collateral damage when you blow!

Jordan Rothwell said...

Oh gosh :( Sorry friend... It will get better... SOON. promise <3 I fee ya though... minus the child thing. Could not imagine!!

Clare C. Whitaker said...

I am sure things will get better, we all need to blow or break down...it's natural and great cleansing! I will be thinking of you and I wish you well and calm seas. I hope you're having a great week, if you have time I'd love for you to stop by Twirling Clare to enter my giveaway from Brighthouse Baubles. The winner will be announced on Friday!
Toodles,
Twirling Clare
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