Stick a fork in me, I’m done

I read a great ‘feminist’ (I don’t think it should be classified this way) cartoon the other day. Here’s the link I’m sure quite a few of you have seen it already. 

This really struck a chord with me. I wrote a blog post a while back about how running a household and taking care of kids is like working two full time jobs. At the time my husband stepped in to help out more but we seem to have fallen back into the same rut and I am both physically and mentally exhausted. Don’t get me wrong, my husband spends time with the kids, helps tidy up, cooks supper now and then and gives me time to get out of the house for some me time. I actually feel guilty about complaining because I know he bears the burden of our financial stability while I’m at home. But I am just so tired. And its not the kind of tired that a good nights sleep can fix (though I could really use one of those!!)
Im tired of constantly tidying up because our place is small and clutter makes me feel frazzled. Im tired of thinking of what to cook and also of cooking. I’m tired of making sure the washing basket isn’t overflowing and that the clothes on the washing line don’t stay there for days. Im tired of keeping track of what groceries and household stuff needs replacing and checking for specials so we are not heamorraging money. I’m tired of washing bottles and making sure there’s enough clean ones to see me through the night feeds that don’t seem to be ending. I’m tired of asking for help. Sometimes (all the time) I wish more stuff can get done without me asking and giving detailed instructions. 

I don’t have the energy for any kind of physical intimacy. I know its upsetting my husband but I just don’t feel like getting touchy feely when I know that there’s dishes in the sink to wash or bottles to sterilise or little formula containers to fill. For me and I’m sure most women, feeling sexy is more of a mental attitude before its a physical one. My head is always so busy that I much rather zone out on Facebook than remove any clothing. 

Ugh. I feel like such a downer today. 


One thought on “Stick a fork in me, I’m done

  1. I hear you. We’ve all been there. I don’t have an answer for you as to how to fix it, but if it helps (which it probably doesn’t), you are not alone.

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