I’m jealous today. Jealous of stay-at-home-moms. Jealous of my husband who is at home with our daughter. Jealous of my daughter because she gets to take a nap after keeping us both up night after night. Jealous of people with interesting and active jobs.
I’m tired. Very, very tired. I’m bored. I’m sick of sitting.
In case anyone noticed my recent leave of absence, my family has been sick lately. Like almost 4 out of 4 weeks-long sick. This last week, I didn’t attend work at all–instead, my week was spent visiting the ER and laying on my couch. Severe dehydration due to a stomach virus. Not fun, but it was the first 7-day stretch I’ve had with my beautiful little girl since she was 5 weeks old. I wouldn’t trade it even for my health! She’s thirteen-months old as of yesterday. *sigh* Why must it go so fast?
I am just feeling so worn out and down trodden. Why so weary, oh my soul? It’s not for lack of faith in God. It’s not due to hormones. I am just sick of struggling, trying to take care of my family, know my baby, and work. I’m sick of seeing my husband struggle because he wants to be the one providing for our family, but can’t get the job which will allow for that.
Sometimes, you can try and do everything the “right” way but without receiving any reward for your diligence, faithfulness, or labor.