Overstimulated

It's extremely rare when I wake up and the house is chaotic.  Okay, so my mornings usually start with me quietly getting out of bed and having my routine morning coffee in the living room.  Within minutes little E will come out and have her cereal at the table.  Between making my coffee, and her cereal I let the dog out and take care of her.  The cats have scheduled feeders, so they don't require anything except a 'good morning' and a few rubs.  Little J, well he usually sleeps in till 10 AM.  Normal.

Unfortunately, when I wrote this entry it was the day after my overstimulated day.  I woke up, both kids were 'balls to the walls,' the dog was whining with excitement, and the cats were on their shenanigans at a full time high.  I didn't have any coffee, which I regret then again, I also had a headache and didn't take anything for it.  

I think it was a mixed combo of R being out of town, prepping for our daughter's birthday party, and prepping for our upcoming vacation.  I shouldn't have let it get to me, but I did.  Let's throw in that the house needed to be deep cleaned, the yard needed to be mowed, and the dog had a vet appointment.  I was doing it on my own, but it shouldn't have overtaken me the way it did.  I've gotten through more stressful times and didn't even bat an eye.

What I did figure out during my 'mental breakdown,' was as much as I understand R has to leave town for work sometimes, I really love having him here.  It's more balanced and I don't have to worry about loading the kids up and down while moving around town.  Luckily, everything and place I need to go is within a 7-minute radius so if I decide to leave the house I can trust little J at home solo.  We have cameras, I set the house alarm, and he's got his phone if he needs anything and he definitely does.  He's very responsible for his age believe it or not.  

I wanted to cry this day simply because I'm a woman.  We allow our emotions to take over and between mandatory errands and R being out of town it did take a toll on me.  Did I cry? No.  I wanted to but what was that going to do?  I don't need the puffy eyes, and I don't need the kids seeing me in that state.  

After the house settled for the evening, I finally laid down in bed and thought about the day.  I thought about the days following and what needs to be done.  Slow is smooth, smooth is fast.  I can do this, because if I can get through last year and all that came with it, this is cake.

For the moms out there who I know have gone through the same situations, you can do this.  Just breathe.  Get through the day and when the kids are asleep and the house is quiet, breathe.  Think slowly and enjoy that glass of wine or hot tea.  You've got this.