Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Universal Remote

So, have you seen the movie Click with Adam Sandler?
If you have then you'll understand this post...if not you should. It's a GREAT movie.

I wish that I did have that remote to just "Pause" for one day. I don't want to miss out on anything that goes on. I would just like to "Pause" long enough to get caught up on everything that I want to be caught up on and then I won't have to worry about being stressed about not having the laundry done, house cleaned, paperwork filed, etc. Then I could hit "Resume" and life would resume where I had paused it, only I would not be bothered with how I am going to find time to get home, after a full time job, cook dinner, bathe the kids, pay bills for home and hubby's business, etc.

I hate days like this...I just cry for no reason. Well, there are reasons but they are stupid reasons. Toddler woke up at 5 this morning. He only woke up a couple of times, that wasn't a big deal. Well, since he was awake I went ahead and got him up. He clung to me all morning long. He whined and wanted to be held as I was trying to get ready for work. Hubby was in bed asleep. I did not try to wake him up, but I am guessing toddler's screaming had no affect on his ability to sleep. That always amazes me...but I guess we couldn't both be like that. I am very envious, though. Anyhow, by the time I got to work I was covered in snot where he cried and rubbed all over me all morning. I get here and am already dealing with the daily grind here. I am thinking that tonight I NEED to get in the office and try to get some work done; filing, invoicing, etc. I haven't been in there all month and gotten anything accomplished for hubby's business. I also have Mt St Laundry, messy house, etc.

I just feel so overwhelmed with all of my duties at times. I really do love working for this company. I love being a mom. I love being a wife. I love that my husband is independent and owns his own business. But, the combination of trying to be involved in all of these things is so overwhelming at times that I just want to curl up in the middle of my bed in the fetal position, pull the covers up to my chin and cry 'till I fall asleep! I just feel like I try to be the best at all of my "jobs" and the harder I try, the more I fail. Don't get me wrong, I don't necessarily feel like a failure. I just don't feel like I am accomplishing as much as I would like to in any of these areas in my life. The problem is that there are no more hours in the day to devote to any of these "jobs". There is also not any of these "jobs" that I would want to delete from my life. So, this puts me in a helluva spot, right? It's just one of those days.

The funny twist to this story is that my husband, being the great man that he is consoled me after my emotional break down and told me that we will work something out. Then I told him that I loved him and was not attacking him or angry with him. I just feel so emotionally and physically drained sometimes that I need this release. Then I added the fact that it it "that time of the month". Then he said with a sigh of relief, OH...well, why didn't you say so. *LOL* That's what it is...

4 comments, add yours here:

David said...

Well that time of the month might have a little to do with it, but that is alot of stuff to pile on yourself. Don't get too stressed, don't worry too much. It will all be better when I hit the lotto. I will hire you someone to pay you back for listening to all my problems. Until then, you just have to hang on. :o)

Anonymous said...

Ive often wondered how working Moms do it. I admire you very much for doing all that you do. Hang in there girl :)

Crazy Working Mom said...

Thanks, guys! ; )

Mike said...

You have a lot on your plate. I would probably feel the same way if I had all that to deal with. Luckily , during my first marriage, when I had young ones, we only had 2 to deal with and I didn't and still don't have my own business to contend with. All I can tell you is that it will get better. It may not seem like it somedays, but it will.