Anybody else ever wonder who they are once becoming a mom?
Now, don't get me wrong. I love being a mom! However, becoming a mom not only brought out so much more in me than I knew I had, it also brought a load of responsibilities. So many responsibilities that I feel I have lost a part of myself somewhere in them.
I hope that doesn't sound selfish, or somehow wrong. I know that my calling now is as a wife and mom, and this is something I am thankful for. However... as of late I have been feeling depressed, tired, as though there is little left in me.
Being a mom is hard work. I never realized how much... my mom made it seem so easy!
Hours upon hours of cleaning, laundry, changing diapers, washing diapers, nursing, cooking, baking, crafting, kissing boo boos, teaching, building forts, wiping noses, telling stories... I could go on. And at the end of the day, we kiss those little foreheads as they go to sleep, and spend the next hour or so cleaning up and winding down (or in my case, too many hours before going to bed myself, and then I'm drained the next day). I find it hard to take the time to spend with my Lord anymore, and that is a travesty. I find that time with my spouse is farther and farther removed as well, which isn't good for our relationship. And as for hobbies... sigh. I have so many, and I cannot take the time for any of them (I could find the time, but I'm so tired that I don't wish to... I just don't have the brain power for any of it any more).
So, what do you do? How do you take time for yourself in among all the responsibilities you have in day to day life? How do you make sure that they don't overtake you as a person and drain every last bit of life out of you?
I haven't been doing any of my hobbies lately. Costume making has happened briefly... for the sake of my kids. Baking is for my kids. Crafting of any type is with my kids, for their sake. Anything I look up is based upon something I want to learn to help my kids and my family. I hardly spend time on myself anymore, unless I'm sick (and even then, it takes everything just to take a nap, and it seems the baby knows when I want to nap because she will refuse to, and when she finally falls asleep, my older two keep coming up to me asking 'is nap time over yet' every two minutes... take Friday. I was sick... had whatever the kids had Wednesday and Thursday... and while trying to nap they come up to me and ask every couple of minutes if they can play. I finally say yes, and then they come up asking for a snack, or if I'm done napping (finally fell asleep too... sigh). Ah well.).
I have been dedicating more and more of my time to trying to save our family money, to making healthy meals that are worth eating (which means more and more time in my kitchen), and to trying to teach my children. I'm not very good at that. I don't have the patience. I want to get my work done, and just be done with it. However, I cannot do everything anymore. I am drained. I am exhausted. And I am having breakdowns... again... over silly things... again.
What brings me peace? I need to spend more time with God, and I just find less and less of myself doing so. It is depressing. The only thing that can really fill me up is spending time with Him... and yet I feel so far away. I miss Him. And I know it isn't Him. It's me. But how do I get that closeness back? Where am I going wrong?
I feel refreshed after the weekend... especially when my husband has time off. Church refreshes me. Bible study does as well. Time with my parents and siblings... talking about God and the things we are learning... I need that. But then it is back to work, back to the responsibilities... back to life.
Except today...
Now, we don't get long weekends. My husband was collecting bales today, in addition to his usual work. However... I was sick. Very. I managed to start a load of laundry, and that was it. My body had enough. I could barely nurse my baby, or change diapers. I couldn't eat. I spent all day on the couch alternating between a hot pack and a cold one. I actually took Tylenol (the horror, lol). I am still not feeling great, but I was finally able to help with (and eat) supper, and finish my lone laundry load.
I slept all day. And somehow, my kids let me! Even though daddy wasn't in the house much more than making and eating meals would allow.
Needless to say, we missed the fireworks.
Perhaps I can have a soak-in-the-tub-me-time... after the diapers are in the wash. I can hardly believe I'm still tired after all that. I guess today was my body's way of telling me enough is enough. Slow down. Sleep.
I hope I'll get a good, healing sleep tonight.