Lately I am having trouble getting to sleep, and feel like crying all the time. It's almost as if I am just trying to get through each day. I'm not finding joy in anything. Most nights I can't wait to lay her down to sleep so I can have a break. But then, once she nods off I find myself feeling empty and alone {M is working all day every day to finish his thesis; I'm lucky to see him for an hour a day}.
I have no motivation to pack for our upcoming move, plan playdates, clean, blog, or talk to friends and family. I have begun to dread going out with Carina because more often than not it results in a messed up nap schedule that makes the rest of the day a nap-strikey nightmare.
This isn't me. I'm not an empty, apathetic, joyless person.
I don't recognize myself physically or mentally.
I mean, how could anyone not be happy to spend every day with this smiley face?