I’ve been beating myself up a little lately. New Year’s resolutions aren’t in full swing. The house is still a mess, dinner is always a scramble. Sure I’ve been to the gym, but not as much as I thought I’d be. I panicked, “Oh my gosh!! Has motherhood made me lazy?!”
I used to be one of the hardest working people I knew. Others had skills I admired, even envied, but hard work and toughness….those were right in my wheelhouse. I’d spend 14 hours at the office, then 2 more at the gym. Now it feels like a colossal pain-in-the-patooty just to pack-up a toddler in her winter coat and head out to her big brother’s practice. When I have a bit of time away from these little darlings I’d like to think I’ll go exercise, or write, or socialize…or maybe get a hair-cut. But really, when I have a bit of time away, I just want to sleep!
And then it hit me: motherhood hasn’t made me lazy. Motherhood has made me tired.