I miss having a job. I miss teaching. I miss talking to colleagues at work. I miss going places by myself. I miss listening to the radio on the way to work. I miss picking the kids up from daycare and being excited to see them after a long day. I miss having a routine. I miss having a reason to get dressed up.
I know I should be grateful. And I am. I’m cancer free. I’m going to be fine. 😊 We are able to have me stay home with the kids this year to avoid covid exposure. In the grand scheme of things, I know I really shouldn’t complain. So many people are struggling during this pandemic with a new normal.
But I’m just really having a hard time. I am with these kids all day, every day. It’s exhausting. Even if I wasn’t going through immunotherapy, I’d still be exhausted. I never signed up to be a stay-at-home-mom full time. And I just have this bad feeling that nothing is really going to change until after the winter. Which means I have like 6 more months minimum of being with the kids. All. The. Time.
I could hire a babysitter or nanny or something, but don’t know if I feel comfortable with someone in our house right now.
I just feel stuck. Trying to make the best of homeschooling, which I enjoy planning for, but Ben doesn’t really enjoy doing. The two kids are always going in different directions or fighting over toys.
Sigh. I really just need a vacation. Preferably on a beach. With my friends. No kids in sight. Lol. And lots of margaritas. A girl can dream, right?
Sorry for the pity party today haha. Just had to vent.