I didn't think I'd be back, but I'm hoping this will be therapeutic. I'm now a mother of two beautiful and wonderful, at times down right annoying, little girls. Let's be honest, I'm not the most patient person so it's not all their fault.
Sami is now 3 1/2. She's in dancing, wants to be in soccer and loves to play with perler beads, play dough and markers. She has become quite the little helper.

Josie is now 1 1/2. She loves to cuddle, read books, and eat. She adores her older sister as long as Sami doesn't smother her and her first word was momma.

I adore my girls and think they are both great kids, but I just don't know how people do it. Jason has gotten better with helping, but I still feel so overwhelmed and exhausted most days. I knew parenthood would be hard, but WOW!!!
A few weeks ago I went to the Women of Faith conference with my mom and came away feeling so strong and refreshed and level headed, but it's amazing how short lived that is. For about a week or two I felt great, but now it's like I did a 180. I feel depressed, negative, defeated and fat. I know if I started going to the gym regularly or could even control my eating that I would feel better, but I can't do any of it. I have no motivation and even less discipline. I was so excited to get my new job and now even that makes me sad. I used to be a big part of my old sales team and now they don't tell me anything and in my new position, I'm the red-headed step child that gets left out of everything. On top of that, I have two beautiful best friends and even though they would never say it and probably don't think it, I feel like I'm going to get left out with them too because why would they want to hang out their poor, depressed, fat friend when they have each other. And on top of all that, I have a brother that wants nothing to do with me. I hate feeling this way, it's not fair to my daughters and it's not fair to my husband.
I know what most people would say, go to the doctor and get put on meds. But even when I was on them, I couldn't remember to take them everyday so what good are they... I can't even remember to take antibiotics for 10 days like you're supposed to. Plus I know the root problem of it all is my weight and self-esteem and a pill can't fix that.
Maybe it's just the holidays that are making me feel this way. Christmas used to be my favorite holiday, but now I can't wait until it's over. I have over 6 more weeks of having to listen to Sami say "I want that" after every toy commercial on tv knowing that I can't afford any of it because Jason is going to be laid off for 3 more weeks between now and New Years. And the idea of dragging out the Christmas tree and all the decorations seems more like a punishment than an enjoyment since I know it will turn into an argument with Sami because I don't want her to break anything and constantly telling Josie to stay away until I take it back down after Christmas... and I'll have to do it all by myself since Jason won't help. And what I miss most of all was the excitement of going to my grandma's on Christmas Eve and seeing all my cousins. Now nobody even goes and this is going to be the last year my grandma has Christmas at her house and it just sucks.
What I really want is to go back to high school and appreciate all the freedom, irresponsibility and metabolism I had so I could redo my life knowing what I know now... but since that's not an option, I'll just feel sorry for myself and so a prayer in hopes that God can help me through.



