My only real contentment is my time with my boys. So unhealthy(for all). Maybe this is what I share with some big celebrities. You know, consumed by the one thing you value most and neglecting to balance and fully enjoy life. I hunger for any other source of satisfaction.
The times are in fact as wonderful as they are difficult. but how about a little sleep, exercise, a social life, some fun with my husband, a meal sitting down
Oddly, I relish most every minute with the little guys and still I countdown to nap-time as if a magical transformation will occur. Then, empty and tense as they sleep, (our only real time apart) I scramble at chores. I am staaaaarrrrving for more.
I am plagued by an unreasonable wish for reliable family connections nearby.... who are interested in offering to take the boys for a few hours.
Soon: I hope to have the energy to take better care of myself if for no other reason, than that I owe it to my family to be satisfied with my life.