Last few monthsweeks I’ve been feeling kinda low. Frustrated. Exhausted. And generally miserable. At being on my own. HD not around. Juggling home, office, and baby. Etc etc. You get the picture.
Running low on energy, on cheer, on patience.
High on guilt. For not enough time spent with Goosh. For not enough things done with Goosh. For not singing to him, for not reading to him, for not making him listen to classic music. For being too tired to run after him, to twirl him through the air too often. For just being too tired.
That’s the best part of blogging. The friends you make. Never seen, never met. But voices heard, stories shared, hearts bared.
And I step back and realise, ‘all’s right with the world‘. I’m doing just fine.
Goosh and I have our moments. We play, we laugh, we smile. We look deep into each others eye and time freezes. All eternity in that one moment….
At work I’m managing to keep my head above water. Barely. But I’m managing.
We’ve got a routine, a pattern for the house work all set. Special thanks to Anjali who looks after the house as her own. She’s taken over so many things not quite in her job description. I’ve figured out how to do the housework and office work after the Goosh sleeps. I’ve worked out ways and shortcuts to save and utilize every single minute. And I still manage 6 hours of intermittent sleep. (yeah, aint that awesome!) . Anti social creature though I am, all through the rainy, windy evenings, I’ve managed to take Goosh out to play at neighbours & friends every single day. Each weekend this month I’ve outdone myself in the planning department and had outtings and play dates lined up.
We’re doing pretty good I’d say.
So why do I always feel like I’m in high gear? On adrenaline. All the time.
Guess that’s part of being a Mom. A ‘working Mom’.
Step back. Take a deep breath. Relax. Or atleast try to.
Or just turn and look at that adorable not-a-baby-anymore by my side.