It’s been one of those hard, frustrating, upsetting, emotional, confusing, give-me-a-neck-cuz-I-need-to-wring-it kind of days.
Frankly, it makes you unsure of what you’re even feeling. All you know is it’s gross, messy, and mean.
PPD has gotten a lot of you lately. Add people, who should be encouraging, adding more stress and concerns. Add nothing going smoothly and the anxiety-inducing feeling of running in mud because baby needs to nurse and get a diaper changed RIGHT when your toddler needs to eat, and take a nap, and oh, he just pooped. You know this because it’s already filling the room with the familiar
aroma stench as he bounces off the couch onto the pillows on the floor and you can just sense that it’s squishing out of his diaper onto every living (and not living) thing. And somehow you know it’s the glue-kind. The kind that takes 10 minutes, 28 wipes and 4 hearty sprays of natural bottom wash to get clean.
You’re running in mud regarding everything. A million thoughts fill your mind each day, with at least a chore for each one, but no longer can you just go take care of Hubby’s work shirts
dewrinkling in the dryer, or put the chicken thighs in the crockpot to be ready in time for supper, or vacuum up that dried Mexican rice that’s in the living room carpet since you gave in and ate there last night because watching Fixer Upper with supper can fix anything. You have other more important things calling your name. Or whining it.