Motherhood is a funny little thing, isn’t it?
For one, it seems pretty lonely. No, I’m never really alone – I can’t even take a shower without someone sliding a note under the door that reads “MOM IT’S 11:20.” And sure, there are millions of us doing this thing collectively – but I look around and it’s just me here while my kids are whining and arguing and standing on their heads while complaining about dinner…like perfect little mirrors of their mother, I suppose – other than the headstands, because no.
…But, I mean, you guys are being timed in the shower too, right?
Speaking of being little mirrors of their mother – the constant feeling of failure that comes with motherhood, OMG. I was a big fat screw up before I had kids, I just don’t really remember caring that much. But there’s something about being responsible for raising a few humans that suddenly makes it a really big deal to suck at stuff.
It’s like, “I know we spend every waking minute together, but please don’t turn out like me, ok?”
Selfish, moody, kind of an a-hole sometimes, afraid of birds, et cetera.
Anyway, I’ve been thinking that I might be experiencing a bit of “mom-burnout” and the Internet produced a crap ton of checklists that point toward very yes.
We all know my propensity to Google my symptoms: tired, irritable, guilty of buying a box of Thin Mints outside the comic book store and eating an entire sleeve in secret.
Of course the signs of burnout also include exhaustion and cynicism, but baby I was born that way, so I dunno.