I just need a place to breath
I just need a place to breath. " a mom place" a place to call my own. I am not sure if that really exists, but oh how I dream of the day I find it. I take a shower and kids come in and out like I am not even in the shower. I am using the restroom and I have to reach out and open go gurt, cheese sticks or Gatorade bottles. my husband is on his computer in the kitchen playing games on his computer but the kids run to me. Even thought they have to run right past him. I lay down to take a short nap because I work crazy hours and the kids come in and want everything the minute my head hits the pillow. I work 60 plus hours a week. My phone is always blowing up from work and I have to answer it, its not an option. My husband wants to get mad and tell me to turn it off but its what pays the bills and puts a roof over our head. He isn't working so its not like I have the luxury of just quitting or getting fired because well if I did we would be homeless. I cant go to a store without a kid attached at my side or walk anywhere with out any of them saying where are you going what are you doing. washing laundry I get asked what am I doing. doing dishes I get asked what am I doing. I have been with my husband all together 8 years and married over two. I love the lil boogers and I love him. I just need a little me time here and there. he wonders why I don't dress up in dress clothes or do my hair or makeup anymore and why I am in yoga pants and t shirts all the time... well its because my ass got big from a sit down job. I don't have time to work out and the minute I am done working I have to start cooking and cleaning and running errands and paying bills. so I am going to get dressed up for all that.... the extra hour it would take to do so is the time I need to wash clothes or use the restroom. don't really have any extra time there buddo. If he wants me to look the part or be who I was when we first got together. then I am going to need him to be when we first got together. like have a job and play with the kids and help with the household duties just saying. its a two way street and I'm tired of the one way part. there are times he helps but its because he's hungry and needs a clean dish and gets frustrated and will help. how bought instead of playing on a computer you spend the hours a week I spend at work cleaning and cooking and taking care of kids and then we can both have some off time not just you with time off playing and stop making me feel like I am the nanny cook and moneymaker and chauffer all at once. that would be great.