Moving some convo here from another thread so as not to hijack --
So to recap: basically, I'm 32 and I'm too old for this shit.
It's nice to know I'm not the only mushy bodied, mushy brained mom out here. It's funny, I have this one close friend in particular who has always been one of those "I-never-know-where-my-keys-are" type of people and I always thought man how frustrating it must be to live inside her head. Well now I know!! I piss myself off constantly. I never know where my keys are. Or my phone. Or where I left the vacuum upholstery attachment this time. And why does my hair feel super gross again I swear I *just* washed it?! Oh no wait that was last Thursday...
It's like I have too much time to think and not enough energy to get the thoughts out of my head in a cohesive way. I have so few real conversations anymore. Everything is a cute FB photo about once a week with a one-line caption and that's about all I put out into the world. I feel like there's a lot of good stuff floating around up there but to get from brain to mouth the words have to army crawl through thick mud and barbed wire so that by the time they make it out only about 15% of them have survived and they don't necessarily end up in the same order they started out in.
I've started forcing myself to read regularly again before bed each night in an attempt to keep my mind from going completely dull. I don't know if it's helping or not, but at least I get something that's just mine. And I've given up trying to get DD to sit at the gym childcare (she hyperventilates every time and they have to page me 10 minutes into my workout) so now I go late at night a few nights a week after DH gets home from work, which I actually quite enjoy because the gym is basically empty by then. So these are my few little attempts at demushifying myself.
Anyway, this post doesn't really have a point, just... yeah... mushy moms, holla if ya hear me!
So to recap: basically, I'm 32 and I'm too old for this shit.
It's nice to know I'm not the only mushy bodied, mushy brained mom out here. It's funny, I have this one close friend in particular who has always been one of those "I-never-know-where-my-keys-are" type of people and I always thought man how frustrating it must be to live inside her head. Well now I know!! I piss myself off constantly. I never know where my keys are. Or my phone. Or where I left the vacuum upholstery attachment this time. And why does my hair feel super gross again I swear I *just* washed it?! Oh no wait that was last Thursday...
It's like I have too much time to think and not enough energy to get the thoughts out of my head in a cohesive way. I have so few real conversations anymore. Everything is a cute FB photo about once a week with a one-line caption and that's about all I put out into the world. I feel like there's a lot of good stuff floating around up there but to get from brain to mouth the words have to army crawl through thick mud and barbed wire so that by the time they make it out only about 15% of them have survived and they don't necessarily end up in the same order they started out in.
I've started forcing myself to read regularly again before bed each night in an attempt to keep my mind from going completely dull. I don't know if it's helping or not, but at least I get something that's just mine. And I've given up trying to get DD to sit at the gym childcare (she hyperventilates every time and they have to page me 10 minutes into my workout) so now I go late at night a few nights a week after DH gets home from work, which I actually quite enjoy because the gym is basically empty by then. So these are my few little attempts at demushifying myself.
Anyway, this post doesn't really have a point, just... yeah... mushy moms, holla if ya hear me!
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