Some weeks are just crazier than others.
Weeks where it seems that no matter how much you do, there is always more to do. No matter how much you get done, it’s never enough! Between the older kids, their homework, their after-school activities, making them lunch and dinner, going grocery shopping cleaning the house, doing the laundry, taking care of the baby and getting work done …. You lose yourself in the mess and forget to take care of YOU.
I have had one of those weeks that just made me want to scream into a pillow. Somehow everything was harder. The washing machine seemed to take longer to wash, the clothes were still damp after being in the dryer for an hour, the baby wouldn’t nap and was screaming almost all day, the kids homework was difficult even for me to figure out, the fridge was empty because I had no time to go grocery shopping which made cooking lunch and dinner pretty difficult using what I had, and my husband who is usually always around to help with this or that was so busy and out of the house from early in the morning until well after the kids were in bed and I was passed out on the couch, with the clothes that needed to be folded scattered around me.
One evening after the kids were FINALLY in bed, I realized that I hadn’t gone to the bathroom since waking up that morning, hadn’t eaten or drank a thing aside from my coffee in the morning, and hadn’t had a minute to myself until that very moment. I put aside the laundry and put my laptop away. I made myself a huge salad with every vegetable I had in the fridge, added cheese and craisins to give myself a little treat and sat down to watch re-runs of Friends, which always make me laugh.
I realized that if the laundry is folded and put away but the mommy is a wreck, it doesn’t help the household function at all. I realized that in order for everything to run as smoothly as possible, I need to be in working order. Which means I need to take care of myself and almost everything else can wait.
It seems that moms and dads always put themselves on the back burner. My husband and I are guilty of that as well. Everything else is more important than taking care of yourself. Whether it be going out to work, or working in the house … YOU seem to always come last.
Now, of course it’s easy to say that you should take care of yourself first. People compare it to when you’re on a flight and have to give yourself the oxygen mask before administering it to your children, but honestly … if I were ever (g-d forbid) in a situation like that … I would probably put the mask on my child first. I don’t think I’d be able to get the mask around my face before my child/ren were taken care of.
I’m trying to find a working balance of taking care of everyone else while also remembering ME, but its not an easy task for a parent.
But hey… I guess admitting the problem is the first step in recovery, no?