** DISCLAIMER ** I wrote this on Nov 15th and made it a private post. It is a very emotional post and I wasn’t going to post it but, after talking to some of the women in my PPD group I have decided to make it public. I am not the only one going through these emotions even though situations may be different the raw emotion expressed here is me to the core. I will not apologize for my feelings as they are a part of who I am. This post was written to help me heal a wound that had occurred as a result of events unknown to me, we are the ones who are living with and feeling the effects of someone else’s decisions that I can not control. The person who looses the most is my son. My follow-up post is GETTING CLOSE TO THE TIME OF YEAR WE VERBALLY GIVE THANKS… where I thank everyone who is close in my heart. **
As we get closer to making the big move. I am laying out the cost and looking for places to live. I like the idea of finding a nice townhouse to rent to start with and then we can take the time to find a nice house in my old school district. And it looks like we should be able to make our move in about 18 months give or take a couple of months. And as I think about moving I am excited to be closer to family and friends some, who I have known since I was a wee little girl. This isn’t a case of “the grass is greener” but of “this grass just ain’t gettin’ greener.”
We now live in a small(very small, the size of a town) city with a handful of my SO’s family around. They aren’t as close-knit as my family is even with all the miles between us. It makes me sad to be so close to family and not get to see them in so long. I know everyone is busy with work and nuclear family time but my son has a cousin 6 weeks older than him who he hasn’t seen since Easter. And that breaks my heart. I always extend invites and many times never receive a reply. My mind knows it isn’t anything personal, but my heart feels otherwise. Oh well… I keep the hope that we will see everyone before we move to NY but as time passes my heart grows weary and sad.
When I think about it I get so sad and then I think about how some people might think I have it easy being a stay home mom who gets to play with her child all day. Let me say… it is hard to find activities to entertain and educate our little guy all day, EVERY day, 7 days a week. Some days I would love to have a child care provider I could drop him off at and then pick him up, even if just for 2 hours. I love my son with all my heart and would do anything for him and anything to protect him but sometimes mommy needs a break too. Yes, it is fun to watch his mind work every moment and yes it is nice to be able to do things with him. Am I lucky?? Some days I really question if I am and I think that a family with 2 working parents have it easy being able to drop their child/children off to someone so they can have the daunting task of entertaining a toddler. Usually those days are accompanied with the major meltdowns or tantrums from being frustrated.
Add in that I am not just a Stay At Home Mom(SAHM) but I am trying to launch a company using nap times as work times, staying up late working on various products, making tutorials, doing research and setting up a webstore. My SO works 11.5 hours a day 5-6 days a week and when he gets home he has about 1.5 hours with our son before it is bedtime. I am up until about 11pm almost every night working on business stuff that I can’t get done during the day. The little guy wakes around 5 am but never after 6:15am. In our house 6:15 is sleeping in. So there’s not much time for sleep.
A little more than 2 months ago my SO had to be rushed to the hospital with chest pains. I was scared out of my mind, I had no one I could really talk to other than his Mom, who is wonderful and I love her dearly, but she was only here in town for vacation. We were very lucky it wasn’t his heart but it really put life into perspective for us. We made the decision to move to NY so I could be closer to a tight-knit support group of family and friends. It will be nice to be closer to the friends and family I left when I moved to Fl 15 years ago. I miss my parents, my siblings (even though 1/2 are not in the area anymore), my friends who have stayed by my side even though we have had over 1000 miles between us, and all my nieces, nephews, aunts, uncles and cousins… I look forward to all the play dates, family get togethers, “mommy” time, and having a network of fabulous people who I can call and say “hey, I am stressed out, can you help me out” and know that they will be there as soon as they can to lend a hand.
I will miss our family we have here in MA, of course, but with everyone working such crazy hours there aren’t enough hours in a day to squeeze in anyone but the nuclear family. I have gotten really close with Sean’s Aunt and love spending time with her. I will miss her tons and will have to teach her how to Skype. I was asked today “How great is it that your little one has a cousin to play with who is the same age?” I replied, “I don’t know, we haven’t seen them since a few days after Easter.” The person responded “That is so sad, hope you see them soon.” In that moment I felt my heart sink wondering if we will see them before we move. I try to keep it all in and not let the emotions out but some days it is harder than others to mask my sadness, and today is one of those days. Today I have thought about how much I miss all our family and friends near and far. Some days I feel so isolated because I am a SAHM and feel as I and our family is not worthy of other’s time, like I am not good enough… I work my butt off all day everyday to not only raise our son but to build a business of our own.
That is all the jumbled rant I have today. I am sure getting this out and a good night sleep will do wonders to lift up my spirits. In just over 6 hours I will have to smile and giggle my way through the day, “fake it till ya make it” philosophy.