I have read the conversation "Since I am a mother I do not know who I am" that is posted in the Mami Delux mom forum and I was immediately reflected.
It is true, since my second child was born my life is a frantic run run. In fact, leafing through a magazine or surfing the Internet has become an almost unattainable desire. Goodbye to the books and not even say to watch a good movie without having to give the break every 10 minutes.
My look is a mother in a hurry, I can barely dry my hair in a rowdy style with quick hands or pick it up in a ponytail. Jeans, very comfortable sports shoes and the first jacket I find on the coat rack.
I would like to do some sport, but the body does not give me more. At night I fall to bed like the trunk of a felled tree, but aware that Arturo will claim me at dawn, with whom I suffer from chronic sleep that frightened me with a cup of coffee after lunch.
Luckily my older son has adapted to the new situation which has led him to be more autonomous, however he also demands my attention.
The same happens to my husband, he arrives from work and there is an ephemeral sitting on the couch, because our day ends at one o'clock in the morning. We have become two "collegues" who share the mission of raising children, I hope that in the future we will experience that of "life as a couple".
The next day I expect a new day that is rewarded with the smile and achievements of my children that make me happy, but I must confess that it is not easy being a full time mother. I admire myself and think about what I would be able to do if I had two more arms and I also admire Dolores who writes many posts with two little girls.
Does the same thing happen to you? What do you do to disconnect for a little while? Is motherhood the way you paint it in baby magazines?
