Here was my afternoon: open my mail, realize I have $100+ doctor bill I need to pay thanks to my crappy insurance I now have thanks to our crappy state government. I pay it, try to ignore it, and deal with things I have to do such as grocery shopping. I spend my next 40 minutes entertaining a toddler, trying to make sure he doesn't crush the eggs, and check off my list of things we need. I get all the way to the check out line and realize I left my wallet at my computer where I paid said dr bill. The checkout boy said he would save it for me. Drive all the way home. Drive all the way back. I guess the checkout boy thought I meant it was in my car- not that I needed to go home. Attempt to grocery shop again. Jude will have none of it. Cried the whole way home.
I suppose in the grand scheme of things it's not that big of a deal. But when it's just you and a toddler, things seem to become a bigger deal. I don't have anyone to tell about how much it sucks to be able to get nothing done on a Sunday. My weekends consist of damage control involving laundry and dishes that have piled up during the week. Somewhere in there I attempt to go grocery shopping. I've been told things like 'clean one room at a time. you'll feel better'. Which makes sense until you realize that even that time does.not.exist. I barely have time to finish the laundry and kitchen weekly. Which by the way are still a wreck and half done. I literally fall in to bed dead tired by 9:00 on Saturday. It's sometimes earlier than that on weeknights.
I'm constantly caught in this guilt trip of I never get to just hang out with Jude/I need to have a social life/I need to make sure we have chores done. For the past month, I've been wanting to be able to actually have a weekend where I actually played with Jude. But that never happens because I'm stuck in survival mode. That is my autopilot. I don't have the energy to just be a fun mom. And I hate that for him. That isn't how I envisioned motherhood. That's not how I envisioned his childhood. And that hurts.