Mommy’s work is never done

I don’t know how other women do it. I like to think of myself as a strong, capable person, but I can barely scrape up any real time to myself anymore (besides the commutes to and from work). This is the first chance I’ve had to sit down at my home computer to write… and even now, I’m feeling guilty because there are other things I should be doing (not including sleep).

Besides, Baby C will be up soon (I think) for a feeding, and there’s no use going to sleep until he wakes up.

So, I’m way behind on housework and am completely overwhelmed. I’m tackling it one task at a time, one step at a time, but it remains so very daunting. I’m way behind on laundry, I have dust piling up so high you can almost sit on it (okay, not really – but it’s still gross), and my floors are in desperate need of a pass from the vacuum or the Swiffer.

And don’t even get me started on all the Thank You cards I still have to write. Baby C is almost three months old and I still haven’t sent out notes for all the presents that arrived after his showers.

I know, I know… It’s stuff that we all have to go through. After my work day, I have to clean and sterilize all Baby C’s bottles and nipples from school, put away the milk I’ve expressed for the day, get the next day’s “lunch” bag ready, feed him, help bathe him (every other day), read to him, sing to him, play with him, feed him, change him, then finally put him down. And somewhere in there, I need to eat (I asked my husband weeks ago to take over dinner-making responsibilities), use the bathroom, take a shower, get my own stuff ready for the next day (because there’s nothing more fun than running around in the mornings looking for stuff with an 11-week-old, even if he is in his Bjorn), and manage to get enough sleep to function the next morning.

Tomorrow, I’m not planning on taking Baby C outside. He and I will play together at home. And while Mommy does laundry (some currently running as I type), pays bills, cleans out the refrigerator, purges magazines and junk mail, vacuums, Swiffers, and does all the other things that have fallen to the wayside, he can sit (hopefully quietly) in his Bjorn.

And Mommy can only hope she doesn’t fall on her face with Baby C still strapped to her!

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