As my friend Ashley would say, let's bring it in for the real thing. This era of parenting=the most challenging time of my life.
I know it sounds dramatic. And it's the truth. We're talking about another person's life here. My actions, reactions and basically any thing I do is a learning moment for my daughter. This sucks. Like, a lot. I'm working on a 50/50 ratio here of "Ro I can handle" and "Ro I wanna throw out the window". This computes to: half the time I think I'm a pretty kick-ass mom, half the time my blood pressure is spiked, my head feels like it's going to explode and I'm wrestling with yelling awful things. Rule #1: don't say things to a toddler that you don't wanna hear back. Oh, yeah.
I'm also working with a pregnant body/brain. Who knows if I could pull this off beautifully if not for hormons. It's not even worth considering because that scenario doesn't exist. However, now I'm freaked out that my unborn child is getting all kinds of stress hormones and will come out colicky and impossible. It's a fact- stressed out pregos often pop out babies that are more prone to being stressed. Time to take up meditation. For reals.
What I really want...no, need is a day or two to myself. Last year I went into the mountains, did yoga and ate delicious healthy meals 3x a day (that I didn't make!) for a few days. It was a struggle for me then, it wouldn't be now.