Disappearing Acts

This little light of mine? Her monster factor just tripled. She refuses to get dressed or have her diaper changed. She wants ice cream for dinner. She approaches stranger after stranger and holds her arms out for them to hold her or pick her up. I don't understand half of what she says because she only pronounces the first syllable of every word, but still strings them together to make sentences.

I'm exhausted and nauseous. All the time. How do people take care of themselves and more than one tiny monster?

I love being with her, but right now the routine of staying home and caretaking is seriously wearing on me. I need a break or a vacation, but there's no escape other than a quickie because the weight of motherhood never leaves you no matter where you run off to or for how long. It's wonderful but exhausting and for forever and always.

I'm feeling overwhelmed and overdone. It's so strange to know that you wouldn't change a thing or choose to be anywhere else but right where you are, and yet you still feel like disappearing. No matter how many magnificently beautiful things fill your daily routine, it's still a routine. And sometimes it's crushing.