I'm Not Superwoman
I haven't written in awhile not just because I haven't felt like it, but also because I can't seem to get my hands free long enough to write. My sweet, beautiful son is quite the handful. When Neil or my mom come around, he smiles and laughs and talks. When it's just he and I, he's a pill. I don't know what the deal is. Perhaps he feels my exhaustion from always having to be on with him. Feed him, burp him, change him, clean up his spit up, walk him, bathe him, rock him, play with him, drive with him, swing him, cry with him and, hopefully, sleep with him. Or, if I can't sleep with him, I'm folding laundry, washing dishes, vacuuming the floor, scrubbing the toilet, putting groceries away, cooking dinner, picking up toys, blankets, burp rags and clothes, paying bills and, if I'm lucky, checking email.
Neil said to me tonight, nobody said it would be easy and I'm sure you're doing great. My response: I don't care that it's hard. I don't care that raising a baby is my full time job. In fact, I like that being with my son consumes my whole day (and night). What bothers me is that at times I feel judged for having a messy house or not committing to get-togethers with friends or not putting together a new lamp yet or not taking the new electric toothbrush head out of the package yet. These are brought to my attention and it drives me nuts. It's like people forget that my complete focus is on taking care of my four-month-old son - or when he's asleep, taking care of my basic needs, like eating, peeing and deodorant. Just because I'm not superwoman doesn't mean I'm not multi-tasking like crazy, learning how to do things in half the time I used to do them (maybe even a quarter of the time) and trying to make my son, husband, mother and close friends happy all at the same time.
I'll say it again, I don't mind that it's hard. It will get easier as time goes on. I'm a new mom. It's gonna be rough for awhile. Just don't get on my case about things that you could help with. Because I'm not superwoman and I don't want to be superwoman. And, don't look at me weird when I get bummed out when the baby laughs and smiles for you after he's cried and whined with me for eight hours straight.
But, that's my world and I'm gettin' used to it. I'll have it down just in time for it change.
Love,
Aislinn
Neil said to me tonight, nobody said it would be easy and I'm sure you're doing great. My response: I don't care that it's hard. I don't care that raising a baby is my full time job. In fact, I like that being with my son consumes my whole day (and night). What bothers me is that at times I feel judged for having a messy house or not committing to get-togethers with friends or not putting together a new lamp yet or not taking the new electric toothbrush head out of the package yet. These are brought to my attention and it drives me nuts. It's like people forget that my complete focus is on taking care of my four-month-old son - or when he's asleep, taking care of my basic needs, like eating, peeing and deodorant. Just because I'm not superwoman doesn't mean I'm not multi-tasking like crazy, learning how to do things in half the time I used to do them (maybe even a quarter of the time) and trying to make my son, husband, mother and close friends happy all at the same time.
I'll say it again, I don't mind that it's hard. It will get easier as time goes on. I'm a new mom. It's gonna be rough for awhile. Just don't get on my case about things that you could help with. Because I'm not superwoman and I don't want to be superwoman. And, don't look at me weird when I get bummed out when the baby laughs and smiles for you after he's cried and whined with me for eight hours straight.
But, that's my world and I'm gettin' used to it. I'll have it down just in time for it change.
Love,
Aislinn
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