Believe it or not, I am willing to admit that motherhood is not all rainbows and glittery unicorns. It is not always cheery and bright. Or, maybe it is and I'm just the oddball out. That could be, I guess.
Don't get me wrong... I do love my children and my husband dearly. But, this has been a difficult summer for me. Alex is being his usual defiant self. Katie is whining and demanding. She's two.
I wouldn't trade them for the world, but sometimes I wonder if life wouldn't be easier if there wasn't such a spread between the two. Seven and a half years is tough. I'm sure two and a half years is tough, too. Pretty much, I guess motherhood is just tough.
By the time my husband gets home at night, I am so beaten down by the continuous needs of the children that I just want to withdraw and be by myself. He thinks I am mad at him. I am not.
How much can I give of myself until there just isn't any more? I suppose that there will always be enough love to go around. But, I wonder. I really do.
I can't take on the extra stuff right now. The sleepovers. My son's constant need to have friends over. The extra chaos and noise. I can't do it. I really just want a calm, peaceful summer. That is all.