Dear Overwhelmed Mom,
It’s okay to not be okay.
I know the days feel like they last an eternity or they may be going by so quickly that you hardly feel like you have any time at all. The tears just won’t stop coming, and if you could even talk to anyone, they wouldn’t be able to understand your words through your deep, aching sobs.
Russel Brand talked about addiction once and said, “I know the 3 am you.” Well, mom, I know the 3 pm you. I know the you that’s surrounded by children and mess and toys and laundry not yet done. The dishes are piled high, and the floors are half swept. This morning’s breakfast is on the table and last night’s dinner might still be on the stove.
Someone wants juice and another needs to be changed. There’s toothpaste all over the counter and spit-up on your shirt. The list of tasks half done or waiting in limbo numbers too many to count, and it feels like you’ll never finish.
Messy hair, the yoga pants you’ve worn for the 3rd day in a row, the bra you can’t even remember washing last. I know the 3 pm you.
I write this with tears streaming down my face. It’s 2:48 pm. The dishes are piled high, the floors are half swept, the baby needs changing, and the older kids want juice. There’s toothpaste on the counter and spit-up on my shirt. I am the 3 pm you.
I’m overwhelmed, and I haven’t slept more than two hours in two days. I’m exhausted and anxious, and it feels like the weight of the world is on my shoulders. The bills need to be paid, but I don’t even know what needs to be paid today.
My nose is running, and my throat feels tight. It’s hard to even take a breath.
Yes, I am the 3 pm you.
I have no words of wisdom today. I’m a new mom the third time around, but right now I feel like a rookie with no clue what to do. I have no poignant thoughts or pieces of advice to share. I just know that I’m there with you. Overwhelmed, anxious, stressed, exhausted, crying my eyes out as I nurse the baby who still needs to be changed.
I’m right there with you.
I know I’ll survive this. I know somewhere inside me is more strength than I feel. There’s light at the end of the tunnel, I know, so let’s just hang in there together until we get to it. Okay?