Feeling a bit tired over here.
The minute I start thinking I'm ready to have another babe something throws me for a loop. Sam used to be so easy, so manageable. In other words, I had complete control.
There are days when I'm ready for Sam to nap at 9 in the morning. Evil mom that I am, I entertain the thought that it would be nice if he stayed asleep until Ben got home from work. Some days are like that. Consecutively. Heh.
I love the kid. I do. I kiss his face all day long. But my mind gets so tired from keeping up, being patient, trying to teach instead of get upset. It's hard work.
I need to keep reminding myself what my mom always says, "Life by the inch is a cinch. Life by the yard is hard." It's true. I can get through an hour, an afternoon, a day, even. But when I start thinking about an entire week, I feel inclined to run. Away. Fast.
Such is my season. I'll get by. I know it. I just want to do it right.