Don’t get me wrong, I love being a mom. I really do. These little people amaze me each and every single day, even on my “touched out” days. They still bring smiles to my face, I’m still 100% thankful that I’m a stay-at-home mom and that I get to be with them every single day. Really, I am. But…I’m still touched out.
If you’re a mom, I’m sure you know what I mean by “touched out”. My kids have been sick for a week now, both of them have been whiny and clingy. More so Archer than Nolan, but still. I feel like I haven’t had actual “me time” in forever. I steal snippets, here and there. When Nolan is zoned out watching a TV show (or, in this moment, upstairs actually napping) and when Archer is content enough on his own. It’s so rare these days for Archer to be content on his own, and it never lasts more than five minutes or so. Archer is my cling on baby. He wants me 24/7 and sometimes I just get so touched out. Especially when he doesn’t want anything in particular, just to be held and to cry at me about how horrible his sickness is.
I’m still sick too, still not 100% back to me, so that doesn’t help. My patience is almost dried up, for today anyway. Hopefully tomorrow I’ll wake up feeling well rested and refreshed.
I wanted to take the kids out for a walk, but then Matt’s friend and his girlfriend stopped by. That was fun, another unexpected house guest when I’m not dressed or put together at all. I was wearing the same ripped in the butt PJ bottoms and tank top from yesterday. When they showed up, I was waiting for Matt to wake up so I could shower and get dressed…but oh well. I definitely didn’t want to meet Matt’s friend’s girlfriend dressed like that but I did so…I guess whatever? I’ll just have to take that as a reminder to get dressed every single morning, or something. Maybe. That seems like so much effort.
I’ve been dying to get some time to start writing the short story I’ve been sitting on for a while, but any time I get (these five minute snippets of “me time”) isn’t enough to get lost in writing. Evenings used to be my writing time, after Nolan went to bed, but with Archer added to the mix…I’m lucky to get blogging time! I’m not complaining, or I’m not meaning to anyway. I love this, I love being a mama to two. I just wish I could figure out a way to fit in more writing time and still not suffer from mom guilt or exhaustion (I really need whatever sleep I can get).
Speaking of writing time…that time has passed. Archer is beginning to fuss and that probably means my time here is coming to a close. Just as well. I need to get ready to take the boys out on a walk. It’s nice enough out.