I know that my energy for home-things tends to go in cycles, but this is ridiculous. There is no regaining that zest I once had for cooking, cleaning, or taking care of my children. I am living in filth and squalor but cannot make myself care enough to do anything about it.
On Friday, as the hubs was working late and I was eating Cheerios for dinner, I wished with all of my heart that my youngest would just zone out in front of a screen like his older sister. She would have watched shows on the laptop until bedtime. But, alas, the little Monkey needed actual attention. Like, attention that required me to get up off the couch every 10 minutes. Woe is me. I tried yelling at him from my spot on the couch but that didn’t work. Imagine that.
My neighbor came over and asked if I was really feeding the kids cereal for dinner. He said if it were him, he would have made something earlier in the day and then reheated it for dinner. I almost socked him.
Pregnancy getting me down?
I don’t know…maybe… It’s like an energy drain.