I don’t look forward to weekends. To me, weekends mean a constant flurry of activity with my two busy toddlers–completely alone, as Ben is studying at school. Especially during phase three of a med student’s weekly schedule. So I will wake up, early, and attempt to get the house in order while the kiddos do their best to wreck it. I’ll run errands and return completely exhausted only to make lunch and put the kids down for a nap–which usually means an hour or so of struggling with the eldest, convincing her to stay in her room. Nap time is never long enough and things get more complicated when I must lie down with Emily so she will rest. And, finally, it’s time to start the evening routine of making dinner, cleaning, and trying to keep things relatively low-key. By the end of the day, the kids are running wild, the house is even messier than it was before I started cleaning, and I feel on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
Monday is a welcome respite from cleaning and wrangling children. Sure I work as a preschool teacher, but at least I am with other adults on a completely structured schedule while my kids are at daycare and not destroying my already unkempt home. But, like the weekends, the evening arrives and I must do the whole routine alone, again. On top of that, dishes, vacuuming, and other things await–to keep some semblance of sanity and order in our busy lives–and there is no time for personal activities.
Physically, I am exhausted. Mentally, overloaded. I keep reminding myself that block exams will arrive and things will slow down.
Now if I can just control the tears enough to make it through this day. Anyone want to accept a spontaneous (as I never know when I might have a free minute) phone call from a frantic, emotional, working mother?
P.S. I know that everyone is busy. This is definitely not a feel sorry for me kind of post, more of the venting sort.
P.P.S. I am sorry for not commenting on any of your blogs. I promise that I think of you all; however, at this time, I only have time to read and rarely have time to respond. Please forgive me.