I love, love, love my little girl, but...
My husband works ALL the time and is NEVER home.
The house is a mess.
I have no energy to clean when she falls asleep.
My dog needs a bath.
I have no help.
No family close by.
Best friends are too far away.
I'm hungry but don't want to cook anything.
The laundry just stares at me.
All of the bottles need washed.
Living in the desert when it's windy sucks.
I don't want to dust.
I have to dust everyday.
The vacuum cleaner doesn't work.
I can't fit into anything but sweat pants and my husband's shirts.
There is a spider on the ceiling.
The Diaper Genie is full.
Did I mention I'm exhausted?
He gets to relax when he gets home from work and gets to hang out with friends. When do I get a break? I work 24/7. When do I get to relax? When is someone going to wait on me hand and foot, do my laundry, pick up after me, cook my meals, and take care of the kid when I want to go have fun? Hahahahahahahaha... that's a funny dream.
I know I shouldn't complain. I have a great husband and a wonderful, healthy baby.... but I'm tired.