This is Hard

Okay you guys. Just in case you were wondering... Having a kid is hard. And I don't just mean having a kid as in giving birth, which is crazy hard, but continuing to have that kid while said kid is growing up. I know some of you know this already, but this is for those of you who don't already know the ins and outs of being a parent.

Right now I am staying up later than I should. I've been feeling like I'm getting sick over the past few days, so I really should be trying to get as much sleep as possible, but this is the only time I have to myself. So I'm sacrificing sleep for alone time. This is what it's all about. Sacrifice.

Oh, by the way, I'm hungry too. Maybe I should go down and get something to eat. But eating will compromise my writing in the blog, which I think I need more right now. I actually did shave my legs tonight, in my 15 minute bath. My armpits I did in the shower 2 days ago while Aria was taking a nap. Incidentally, that was the only shower I've had this week. I was peeking my ear out the shower door so I could hear if Aria suddenly woke up and started crying. Luckily, she didn't, so I got to wash everything.

Okay, so the hunger got to me. Now I'm eating and typing with one hand. Ah, yes. And then there's the breastfeeding. Now, don't get me wrong. I adore breastfeeding. I can't even describe the feeling of bonding I get to have with Aria, and the peace of mind that comes from knowing I'm doing the best thing for her health. There are only two things about it that get to me. One is that I can't be away from Aria for more than a few hours, so even if Michael wants to give me a break, it can never be a long one. The other thing is the eating. I'm tired of eating. I know this sounds crazy, but let me explain. Only a few hours ago, I ate dinner. I had a chile relleno, a taco, beans, and rice. That's about twice what I normally eat. I just ate a sandwich. I'm still hungry. I feel like a hobbit. Breakfast. Second Breakfast. Elevensies. Lunch. Afternoon Tea. Dinner. Supper. Midnight Snack. I am so tired of eating. My jaw is tired from chewing all day. Michael should just strap a feed-bag to my head and be done with it.

But I digress.

I was saying that being a parent is hard work. By the way, it's also the most heart-wrenchingly beautiful thing in the whole damn world.

I just need to stay sane so I can enjoy it.