Here, have a pic of the kiddos. Andre loves trucks, so Natalie loves trucks too 😍
I went to Woolies today on my lunch break and stocked up on snacks. At least this way if I forget to bring fruit from home I won’t eat crappy canteen food.
It feels like I’m on day #217 of my period, menstrual headaches and all. I miss being pregnant / breastfeeding solely for the fact that I did not have to deal with this BS. Men don’t know how easy they’ve got it. And they get the same amount of sick leave as us, it’s a fuckin’ joke. I seriously want my insides cut out.
I had to cuddle Andre to sleep tonight. He was upset and emotional, so was I. As I rocked him on my lap I just started talking, telling him how I was feeling, being more honest than I’ve been with anyone in a long time. I’ve been feeling invisible for so long; it felt nice to just be able to put the words out there. So basically my three year old is my therapist 😳😭
Guys, I’m exhausted. We’re all exhausted, aren’t we?! I see you all out there, taking on so much more than you’re supposed to, taking on too much. It’s not right, the way the burden falls to us. I don’t have a solution; I just carry on, the mental load weighing me down, unable to redistribute it.
I have my retreat at the end of the month. Four nights away from home. I’m going to cry as I drive away from the kids, I know it. I’ve never spent a night away from Natalie, and the only time I’ve been away from Andre for that long is when I was in hospital with Natalie. But I’m really looking forward to it, even the three hour drive there which I get to do all alone 🙌. It will also be really nice not to plan and prepare meals. I’m so sick of preparing food that nobody eats or appreciates.