Marriage and Kids

Nothing puts strain on a marriage like adding a child to the mix(I am sure that there are other things that do, but this is my experience).  Not because one wanted kids and the other didn’t, but because each child you add takes away from time and energy one could have devoted to their spouse.  I am feeling the strain.  It’s not awful, but we are both a little quicker to anger this time around.  It was like this in the early days with Minnow but not as severe.  I was happy to see him leave for work today.  Now, please don’t get me wrong I love my husband.  He is a great husband and an awesome father.  We are both tired and cranky and feeling the stress of a second child and one who we are still getting to know and figure out. 

It doesn’t help that Hubby’s company has recently been merged with a larger company and his job is a little undefinable at the moment and he feels as though he has no control over his life.  I know that this will pass and that our relationship will be stronger on the other side of this, but now right in the middle of the transitions–it’s really hard. 

I know I am not responsible for my husband’s happiness, but I think most women feel that we carry the burden of our husband’s happiness at home.  I need to resolve these feelings because I really need to focus on my own happiness which is fleeting most of the time as the stress of keeping up with my kiddos and my house as well as taking care of me.  I haven’t done much taking care of me, which means I am not that pleasant to be around either.  Hubby at least has that going for him, he’s been playing golf as much as possible lately. 

We were talking last night…

“I had such a great weekend honey”–hubby said.

“I’m glad”–I responded sincerely.

“Didn’t you have a great weekend?”

“I don’t have weekends–I have days and they are pretty much the same.”

And that’s true and I am glad that I don’t have to shuffle them off to daycare and then pick them up and feel pressured to spend quality time with them, finish school work, spend time with husband, etc.  But, I think this is what people who don’t stay home with their kids don’t seem to understand completely.  Staying at home is hard for so many reasons, but for me the hardest is that everyday is a workday.  There is no weekend.  There is no vacation.  My job follows me to the bathroom, to bed, to the store, on vacation. 

My husband doesn’t seem to understand that as he feels as though he also works all the time–being dad when he is home.  It isn’t the same and I think I am a little resentful that he thinks it is.  I know his job is hard and stressful and that there is a lot of pressure on him–being the only one who makes money–but there is also a lot of pressure on being a mom.  I am responsible for my kids and their behavior and their well-being and it is not something I can ever get away from.  Even if I had a job. 

I hope the fog lifts soon and we both find ourselves in a place where we are a little less tired and little less irritable especially with each other.  I know we will, but until then.  I’ll make the most out of life and be the best that I can be. 

Mom’s Night Out

I love having my mom’s night out.  I need a mom’s night out.  One of the best things that I have done since becoming a SAHM was joining a mom’s group.  I love my group.  The women are fun and warm and open and easy to be with.  Tonight we got together and played Bunco.  It of course is not about the dice game, but about drinking and eating and socializing away from our children.  Of course we talk about our children, but we also talk about lots of other things–music, clothes, sex, husbands, family, in-laws, etc.  This mom’s night out couldn’t have come at a more perfect time.  I have been home a month now with Peepers and really really needed to get out…

I am always amazed at how good it feels to get out with other women and socialize and not have anyone screaming for me.  I love my kids as all of us do, but it is nice to live a few hours as though you are childless.  But it sure is nice to wake up to those cute smiles in the morning. 

I Couldn’t Have Said It Better

Andi wrote this amazing post about women, motherhood and equality.  It speaks to me as a woman, wife and mother.  It has helped me accept that what I want is what is best for my child and that society has such a long way to go before we have any real semblance of male/female equality.  Thanks Andi.

Stop back by and let me know what you thought about her post.

Weekend Over…

I love the weekend.  I love the weekend because Hubby is home and I get a little repreive from 24/7 parenting.  I get to do school work to my content (yes I am a total dork and love going to school–is it any wonder I’m working towards a doctorate).  I get to go to the gym when I want to not when I have to in order to fit it into a usually busy schedule.  The weekends are awesome–even though they really aren’t that different than my other days of the week. 

I am applying for a graduate research assistant position for next year.  I am nervous that I will get it and that they won’t even want to interview me.  I am nervous I will get it because for those of you who haven’t been following along, we are getting ready to bring home a new baby in June.  I am also nervous that I will get it and will be expected to do real-world academic work.  It will be awesome for me as I hope to get a job at a University on completion of my doctorate.  But then there is the whole–childcare issues, etc.  But it isn’t a full-time job (approx 20 hours) and there is a stipend for tuition and some pay involved.  So, we’ll see. 

I am nervous about not getting called for an interview, because I really really want a job in academia.  I would love not to be teaching as an adjunct at the community college.  I would love the research experience and the close work with an esteemed compositionist.  I have had her as a professor and I think that my status as a doctoral student will help me, but who knows.  I hate these moments when my insecurities kick in and make me feel unworthy of all that I have done.  As though, I am an impostor and at any moment I will be found out.  I know its crazy, but real nonetheless–even if only in my own mind. 

Well, I am going to enjoy the fleeting moments of my weekend, before it’s Monday and I have to get back to being all things to all people.  I love it when I only have to be me–even though those moments become fewer and farther between. 

How do you manage to balance only having to be you with all the other hats you wear?