I am seriously unhappy - but for no good reason. I love my husband, love my kid, but I am so tired of my life. Same thing everyday. Wake up to a screaming hungry baby, hope he goes back to sleep after I feed him so that I can take a shower if I'm motivated, get out of shower to screaming baby, throw on comfy clothes (definitely nothing that would be deemed "fashionable), feed baby and count minutes until Sam comes home for lunch so I get 30 minutes off, then repeat until Sam gets home in the evening. I then bury myself in random blogs/internet or reruns of Law & Order and wait for bedtime.
I used to get dressed in real clothes every day and wear real shoes with a 4" heel. I not only blowdryed my hair - but used a round brush and probably velcro rollers most days. And I definitely wore makeup. I went to work, talked to actual people about actual things - none of which related to nipples or poop, and I came home and was happy to see my husband.
Now all we do is fight. Mostly because I'm too tired/exhausted/sick of it all. And it's horrible - because he wants ME back and I don't know where SHE went. I just sent him to walk the park with William without me. Well, not so much sent as said he could do it by himself with a snarky attitude.
I hope no one is alarmed and please no comments of "go see a psychologist" - I have no money for that - which is another huge stressor in my life - but no reason to get into that now. (and secondly - I talked to way too many psychologists when I was a kid - they never help)
Maybe it's just a bad day. And I miss running with music blaring.
Guess I'm hoping writing it down and getting it out of my head helps. We'll see. Sorry you were subjected to my rants.
On a happy note - I made a mobile today for over the changing table - I'll post pictures when I get a hook so it can be hung. It's really cute.