I feel like I'm going to vomit. I said this last night and Ruby said "What color is the vomit?" What color something is a HUGE deal around our house these days. So is when Herbie poops. He tells you loudly when it's happening, but 2 minutes later he denies it. He doesn't want to stop playing to get his diaper changed.
On to me. This SAHM mom thing of two children is hard. Finding balance is hard. I've lost touch with friends that I didn't intentionally mean to. Self care is hard, blah blah blah.
The guilt is another big thing. I've got what I wanted, right. Why is the day to day of my dream so fucking hard?
Oh and the vomit thing was due to me running 6 miles at 6:30 in the evening when it was a 1000 degrees outside. I suddenly realized that every other time on this blog that I talk about puking I was pregnant or getting over being pregnant.