Okay, so how do the normal ladies out there with full-time jobs and active kids and households to run do it? Even given my obnoxious commute from BUF to PHL, I'd say that since I only work 4 days a week and have just the one kid, I probably have it easier than some moms out there who are shuttling kids to and from school and sports and parties at Chuck E. Cheese, shopping and making dinner and holding down a job and all that jazz.
And I am totally overwhelmed.
I think this is why I've been feeling a little out of it over the last few weeks. Sure, girly weekend was awesome and all but since then, the world has been grey grey grey. I've been slipping back into my bad eating habits (easy to soothe yourself with food when you're feeling shitty, even 11 months post-gastric bypass) and indulging in a little - ahem - too much of the red wine. I found myself snapping at Will over the weekend for no reason at all - he is really the sweetest little punkass kid in the world and I don't deserve him. Or Peter either. Both Will and Peter have made sacrifices in order to support me in this dumb job, and I'm a bitch.
Geez. Biggest Loser moment much?
Well, today I feel a little better, less of a jerkface, and I put together a photo montage to cheer myself up and cut myself a little break from feeling like a fat fatty in my size 14s. And to postpone the trip to the vending machine where some vending machine company asshole put in Salt & Vinegar potato chips.