Mama Lush = Mush?
I am here to tell you what we already know -- yup, motherhood is mutha-freakin' hard. It is an endless juggle for sure. Sometimes I don't know where it will end. I know we are all different with different circumstances. Some of us work long days away from the family. Some of us work at home and try to juggle baby-duty with work-duty. Some of us study long and hard all day to finish degrees. Some of us are home all day caring for our babes, growing them into healthy, happy individuals.
Whatever our situation, it sure is hard.
As evidenced by the wild success of the Mommies Who Drink mother chat (back in August 2006) and our penchant for w[h]ine nights as our preferred urbanMama gathering (having had almost a dozen or so urbanMamas wine nights over the past two years!), there are mamas who love to have a drink. I am one of them. Lately, I have just been so spent, that all I can think about is enjoying a glass of wine in silence at the end of my day. The past few weeks have been met by grief (dealing with the death of a friend), work woes and stressors, love-and-marriage-not-going-together-like-a-horse-and-carriage, and four no-school days spent doing the work-at-home-while-still-spending-QT-with-the-kids. Wine has been abundant and a daily calling. The other day, even, when life just felt like it got too carried away, I mixed myself and another mama a hot toddy. Yum yum. It dulled my hypersensitive nerves (at all the noise of stomping and "mommy!!!"-calling) while some of my irritations (at stepping on endless hairclips or legos) were muted.
So, if I'm a mama lush, does that make me a "mush"? Are you a "mush" too? Or do you have another wonderful daily outlet that offers some relief from the craziness? Please, lend some of your best suggestions on acheiving daily serenity now.