I can't seem to get on top of my schedule, ahead of sleep and sickness - I am just always in recovery mode.
Just trying to survive.
And under the weight of all these things I try to do, (laundry, housekeep, playground, art activities, baby bath, dinner) I just can't seem to get to the things that I want to do (yoga, photography, shopping, creating, writing, sipping wine with some Coldplay playing really loud near the hot tub).
Duh. I am a new mom. Twice over. Two under two.
Under two tons.
And did I mention I have more guilt than the sea has fishes? I am just like that.
So today I am going to Yoga. I am going to spend an hour or so trying to do something for myself, spend time without the munchkins, and tackle the guilt from a few different angles.