I find it amusing that, as a mother, I spend so much time manufacturing family moments. When I was a child and I experienced these moments, or even when I saw it on television and movies, I thought it was a natural process. Moments that were happily spontaneous and untouchable. Turns out they are touched all over by the Momma in the house. I am the architect of our memories.
Some days I take stock of the sheer amount of work I need to accomplish in a day. Today, for example, I have so much to do. The laundry is piling up, the kitchen is destroyed, there are toys, shoes, clothes, and other random household items all over the various floors in my house. There are at least a few hours of cleaning to get down. I am exhausted because my husband went away for the weekend and I work a bizarre 3 hour middle of the night shift which leaves me zombie-like for days.
I am just so tired and have so much to do. But – it is going to get so so much worse and I have no idea how I will handle it.