Is It Just Me?

Do you ever have those days where everything seems like a huge effort and you have to psych yourself up to do the smallest things?  The alarm goes off and all I want to do is pull the covers over my head and dig in for another couple hours of sleep. I take a deep breath, “I can do this.” And then get my ass outta bed.  Then I have to decide, “do I brush my teeth now or just have some coffee and brush them later?” (which won’t happen because I won’t realize I didn’t brush them until 5pm and then, fuck it, I might as well wait til I go to bed. Which, btw, yeah, right. . . I’m going to be too tired if I even think of it at all).    The rest of the day is like some motivational speaker presentation: “I can do this!” And lots of deep breaths and reminding myself that I can open the wine if I just make it to 5pm (ok 4pm, but I’m not driving anywhere, so who cares?).

Not that I don’t love my kids and love being with them. I am so thankful that I am able to do that. It’s just that some days it’s like, “really? I have to empty the dishwasher again? Another load of laundry? Didn’t I do 5 yesterday? How can there not be one clean towel in this entire house? Oh yeah, I needed them all when the girls thought it would be fun to splash in the tub and spill a half gallon of milk on the kitchen floor. But really? Me? I have to do this? All day? Everyday?” 

Deep breath . . . I CAN DO THIS!