Happy Monday everyone! I hope you had a nice weekend. I didn’t get to sign off and wish you well last Friday! Let’s just say things got a little hectic around here.
I always feel very humble when friends say such kind things about me as a mother. But the truth is, there are times I feel like things are falling apart all around me. Last week was my first week alone with the three boys. I had just hit the five week postpartum date and started feeling better from my surgery. Jordi is still sleeping a nice stretch at night, my body is starting to feel “normal” again, and Diego started half day camp at his new school. Things were going smoothly. I was handling it…then I wasn’t.
There really wasn’t any breaking point. Nothing happened. The three boys were healthy as can be and simply…happy. Me? I was tired. Exhausted actually. By the time Thursday rolled around I was snapping at Diego for no reason and every time Santi screeched I felt my nerves were shot. That night I had chocolate chip cookies for dinner and sobbed while everyone slept.
On Friday I got in the car to pick up Diego and after venting to a dear friend over the phone, I felt a little bit more refreshed, but only after she endured my rant and my tears. It could have been that it was Friday and the weekend was arriving which meant Jose’s extra pair of hands would pick up a baby or two. It could have been the drive on a gorgeous summer day was all I needed or simply that my girlfriend reminded me that I don’t have to try to be perfect all the time. That there are not enough hours in a day to try to achieve everything I want to achieve. It could have been everything combined but the reminder from her really hit home.
I have always been a hard-worker with high expectations of myself. I would be the first to tell you that I WISH I could be a little bit more relaxed and less uptight. But I just can’t. What I do makes me happy. Taking an hour or two of my day to sit here and write or read makes me really, really happy. But I stress to try to give myself this time, I stress to make sure the boys are well taken care of (what mother doesn’t?), that my house is organized and clean, that I get my nails done, that I go to the gym, that I cook a healthy meal, that Jose and I have time to talk every night…the list goes on and on. And then my shoulders flare up and I am in pain because of the stress to do the things that make me happy…sigh.
As I sit here with tired feet and aching shoulders, I am grateful for my friends who are honest with me and tell me to chill out. I have advised you to stop and smell the roses, to be present, yet I am not all the time. But I am conscious of it once again and will take a step back, I will ask for help when I need it and I will let some things go (just please don’t take away by blog!!!!!!!!).
Another good friend gave me an awesome idea and I really believe it will help me with a few posts; I would love to extend my blog to you and ask you to become a guest blogger. If you have a passion you would like to share with an intimate audience, send me an email (see the Contact tab above) with an excerpt of a great mommy story to share, a craft idea, a book review, photography, health news or party themes/ideas. Anything that is “My Friend Betty Says” related. There are already two scheduled guest bloggers and I can’t wait to share their stories with you!!
This of course is a time saver for me…and I thank you in advance.