It's not okay for me to do laundry while he watches our two year old (all he has to do is play with her) because he worked a 10 hour day.
I'm standing here ironing his work shirts. But I have worry about our two year old knocking into the ironing board and burning herself because the hot iron fell on her.
I can't have a minute to myself because that would be too much.
I know I'm not alone here. I'm sick and tired of what I do for a living not being appreciated because it doesn't come with a steady pay check. Everything I do is for my family. Even blogging. Which use to be for me. And although I enjoy it, I also (now) blog to get free products and go to events for sponsors so my family can enjoy some of the nicer things. When did that happen?
I enjoy couponing, but it's a lot of work and planning. And it's time consuming. But I coupon to stretch the income so we can make sure we can afford our grocery bill.
I stay home with my daughter, yes, but I also watch my friend's little girl. And although I'm in my own house and with my daughter too, my time is still split and it's as if I'm taking care of twins all day (how you mamas with actual twins do it, I have no idea).
I just want to scream and pull my hair out some days. Please tell me I am not the only one!
My husband works so hard for us. I know he does. But I guess it boils down to, the "grass is always greener on the other side" syndrome. Most working mommies would love to be in my position. To stay at home with their child all day. But I wish I could get out of the house for a job. Even a car ride to the store by myself would be nice. My birthday is in 5 days. And instead of turning 27 and my hair maybe getting some grey hairs (although I haven't found one yet...thank GOD). I think it's going to get ripped out.
Please tell me I am not the only one who feels like this.
Yes, I love my husband and no it isn't his fault. Yes, I know I'm blessed. And yes I feel guilty for feeling this way. Maybe the hardest thing to grasp is that I use to do this for a pay check with nights and weekends off.
Would I trade my life for anything? No. But like Hubby needs a break, Mommy needs a time out.