Monday, March 15, 2010

Mothers little helper

Mothers little helper...I wish I had one, or rather something to ease the pain. I understand now why women in the 50's and 60's were known to take "medication" to solve their domestic issues. I would never take the pill form of speed or the powder form for that matter. Who wants to feel like shit at a hundred miles an hour? It just seems like it would make everything that much worse. For me I guess the only thing I could see over indulging in would be alcohol. My only issue is I get terrible hangovers. needless to say I understand it. I understand the famous Rolling Stones song now more then I ever did.
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.

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I'm a working Mom to a Toddler, a messy wife to a neat freak and a 6 foot tall Glamazon triathlete who went to art school. If Lucille Ball and Laverne and Shirley had a Goth love child thats who I'd be.