When I was little, all I ever wanted to be was a Mom.
I thought it would be awesome. I'd just hang out with my kids all day, snuggle with them and then tuck them into bed with a story and a kiss every night. Now that I am much older (and a tad bit wiser), I realize that I was missing a few parts of that equation...
These days I find myself worn out by noon and ready for bed at 7pm. The 3rd child that is turning into an actual being is already adding onto the weight on my shoulders and the panic is beginning to set in. How am I going to be able to do this with 3 kids??? I just got the routine down for the first 2! And having a toddler and an infant at the same time? Clearly I have lost my mind.
Note to self: Buy twin beds for the master bedroom to be sure this doesn't happen again...
I honestly thought that being a psych nurse was the hardest job I've ever had....Now I glare at my husband as he leaves to work on the same type of floor I used to frequent 40 hours a week because there is a very good chance that his day will be easier than mine. Not necessarily physically easier (usually), and requiring the use of higher functioning brain cells (probably)....but easier.
To put it in words my former-coworkers (and perhaps even my husband) may understand best:
Being a stay-at-home parent is basically being on a 1:1 with the same patient every single day for a few years at a time until they are old enough to reliably contract for safety.
And when they are asleep, they remain on random frequent checks to be sure that they are still breathing/not playing with electrical sockets/actually in their room where they are supposed to be and not wandering the neighborhood wearing just a pair of your slippers and their underwear.
I now LITERALLY live at my job.
Even the most hardcore workaholics can't say the same.
I wouldn't trade it for the world, but maybe for a 15 minute nap?
Parenting is not for the faint-of-heart.
Twin beds for the master bedroom....put it on your to-do list!
Stay sane. (...At least give it your best shot!)
Very early this morning, at least 50 people were killed in cold blood.
I am so very saddened to have to talk about this. I also cannot NOT talk about it, as it is such a huge and pressing issue weighing on my very soul.
Why do we judge others by just one small part of their personalities? Their lifestyles? Their skin color? Background?
When something like this happens, nobody wins. When prejudice and hate run rampant, the world turns dark and ugly and the air is filled with fear and sadness.
Why would anyone want to live in a world like that??
We need to fight back. We need to do this by loving HARDER. Love FIERCELY. Love UNCONDITIONALLY.
Love is so much stronger than hate.
We need to stand together. We need to hold each other up. Love our neighbors. They are people. You are a person. There is no difference in equality or importance, no matter what judgements you have heard (or passed yourself.) Everyone has someone who loves them. Even if they do not know it. Hang onto that. Hang onto each other and know that you are NEVER alone as long as there is still love.
And there is So. Much. Love.
Spread it around. Help those you can.
We are stronger than this monstrousness.
FIGHT HATE WITH LOVE.
Don't lose hope.
Mother and wife by day, psych RN by night. So many different ways to view life. I try to take everything in and be very slow to judge.