loveislikewoe's blog

Hey all,
Haven't posted anything on here in a while, and hope you are all doing well. I have a question and would appreciate any opinions out there...

Mama's, I'm so sad this evening. I started working about a month ago. It's taking it's toll on me. I'm absolutely exhausted. I spend all of my working days with kids, and then I come home to more kids. I really do like my job, it's just really tiring. I can't figure out if I'm burning out or if I'm adjusting to all the changes? My husband is gone at his job on Monday and Friday's, all day 7-8. I'm home those two days. I feel like I'm spending no time with him and no quality time with my kids because I'm too damn tired to interact with them on those days.

I haven't been around much lately, but there's a lot going on here. Last month, just as we had made up our mind to move, Matt got laid off, with no notice or severance pay. We decided not to move into the new place. We thought we were screwed, of course, but we kept reminding ourselves that every time this has happened in the past, a better job turns up. So, the day after he got axed I went to my volunteer job and told them I needed to free up my schedule to work, just in case he didn't find anything right away. My boss there offered for me to apply for a paying position as a rec.

Last Monday I found a little house on crai*slist for rent, so I decided to take a look. So, I met the owner at the property. He mentioned to me that I looked familiar, but I didn't recognize him. Then as we were wrapping up, I told him my last name, which is pretty rare, and he said he knew my father-in-law & that they used to meet at a coffee shop every week to discuss the bible. I thought, 'oh great' and asked him if he was a Jehovah's Witness....cautiously. He said he used to be but wasn't any longer.

I'm trying to slowly wean Indy. I know with the changes in schedule it may not be the best time to actually wean her, but emotionally I am so ready.... I think. Haha. At night, when she can't wait for me to get out of the shower or bathtub and she's banging on the door and then nipping at my heels to the bedroom like a little puppy, pulling my shirt up as I try to get dressed, I think "yes. I am SO ready." But then, I sit with her.