Too much! Too much to do, too much laundry, too much cleaning, too much everything. Can't keep up. So much to do that I dont' know where to start.
Am I depressed? I don't know. Is this what it feels like to be depressed? Again, I don't know.
My husband seems ok with me. With the house. With all that completely and utterly knocks me to my knees and consumes my almost every waking moment; the fact that I can't do it all and keep up a normal pace and things just don't get done. He seems like it's ok to him. To me, it drives me out of my mind insane. And the thing is, I never sit still, I'm always moving, from one thing to the next, never stopping (except to write here etc)--I am not a lazy person but it has become increasingly clear that I truly really truly cannot do it all.
The third person just came by to look at the house and ultimately give me a quote to help me with the house; cleaning, dusting, mopping, bathrooms etc. Maybe if I could feel better that certain things are getting done, I won't be so overwhelmed always doing the God forsaken laundry all the time. Maybe.
...big fat sigh....
Jenn
A Mom, A Wife, and a Writer and an Insane Person. That is me.
You cook, you clean, you go to work, you nourish, you love, you scold, you are professional and yet you hang your hat on every dust particle in your home. You are a woman. Some women are Moms and some are not. You are still a woman. We are all made similarly. We are strong.
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