The single mom life.

So let me start off by saying that Brad and I are still happily married. It's just he works away from the house 2 weeks at a time. I'm back to being part time after my job was going through a few technical changes and I needed to be full time for that. These past 2 days off have been wonderful for me to get the HUGE list of things done that have been patiently waiting on me and most importantly to spend a little more time with baby Marie. BUT boy am I tired. To think that 1 month ago I was still pumping every 3 hours is INSANE! No wonder I thought I was losing my mind!

And Marie is such a peach when we go to town. We were strolling through the mall yesterday, she now sits forward in her stroller. It's so cool to watch her watching the rest of the world.

Anyway the reason I wanted to post this was just it's the end of the day and I'm tired and whiny I suppose. I have the baby who needs to be tended to and then 2 dogs who seem to REALLY need my attention today as well. It's tough! Emotionally, financially I'm a married woman. Physically 2 weeks out of the month I'm a single mom. The emotional feelings about this are hard to put in to words. I'm not depressed because I LOVE my life, but I feel like people may see me as a person who's not too happy. As I was writing that I was thinking can exhaustion be an emotion? That would describe some things a little better. But how would life be if Brad was home 24/7? Sometimes I think it would be sooo awesome. But then other times I'm not so sure. He's not a stay at home 24/7 kind of guy so it would be hard for him.

PLUS this whole working out thing is not working out like I wanted...The image I see in the mirror should be motivation enough but it's not. I certainly don't want to end up getting too large that losing weight would be a horrible battle (although it might give me that chance to be on the biggest loser!! haha just kidding).

It's awesome having this blog because I would hate to always talk to someone about this stuff and always hearing negative things coming out of my mouth (because that gets REALLY annoying). Some may read this but most will not so I don't feel quite so titty babyish. It's good to get things off of your chest.

OK well now baby Paris is desperately needing some love from her momma so I guess I better go.