31/07/2022
ive been overstimulated since the second i opened my eyes this morning.. i don't feel 100%, i could feel harlis bottle had leaked all through the bed, Jeylan was sitting on my back and the thought of the state of my house that i knew was awaiting me on the other side of the bedroom door filled me with dread.
today was a morning of a fruit sachet for breakfast for harli and 2 bananas and a donut for Jeylan. it was a morning of stripping beds and vacuuming while one crawled after me crying and the other yelled at me because the vaccum was too loud. it was a morning of walking on the wet floor that id just mopped and sh****ng through an outfit id just put her in. all with constant inaudible moaning mixed with a very clear "MUUUUUM" all. fu***ng. morning.
i text their father to complain and i raised my voice more times than I'd like to admit and i walked away and swore to myself more than im proud of. but lord these days are unrelenting sometimes. the constant noise and being needed. the never ending need for help or entertainment. paired with your own mental health needs of a clean house when your child is thrilled by throwing the clothes you've just folded back onto the ground.
I know it won't be like this forever, and ill miss these days when im alone with my own thoughts. and i remember that i know the answer to my questions when i finally make my coffee and i sit down with my boy and he doesn't want to yell at me anymore because he has my undivided attention. my unwavering gaze. my forever touch.
and it doesn't really make it any easier, but it does make it fu***ng worth it ❤️🔥