That's the thing, its not like taking care of a child or having a family is so terrible that you can explain to others in a rational way like war: "I was out in the Field and a bomb hit our brigade..." (or whatever I'm totally making it up) . That would make sense to the laymen "oh my God that sounds terrible you must have been so scared!". My explanation would go something like "My baby was crying and wouldn't go down for his nap and I needed to take a nap myself so bad". "jeez your life must be awful..." insert eye roll," ...the starving people in Africa should feel guilty for complaining. "
My husband thinks I'm crazy because I get tired at all. I'm starting to feel like he is super human and just looks at me like a mere earthling. Sorry I cant fly! I'm not sure how people do it-work, have a family, have a life, exercise. I can barely get out of bed in the mornings. The thing is I don't even think I have the luxury of having postpartum depression. My therapist already told me "I was doing excellent and that I was definitely am not depressed!" Not depressed?! How is that possible? All I want to do is sleep and kill my husband. It's hard for me to say, but hey I'm not a doctor, otherwise I would be be prescribing a mothers little helper to a mom like me.
