Okay, so life isn’t fair. We all know that.
My husband is working his tail off earning a living for us, and he and our 12-year-old are doing way more housework and baby care than they should. If the baby cries, I can’t even pick her up. If she wiggles when I hold her, I have to set her down because of the pain. I haven’t been able to do even simple, normal things today (or the previous two days). This is not cool.
I want to get the dishes done and cook something healthy for supper. I’ve not even been able to change a diaper or feed the baby all day. I’m having a hard time just holding my toothbrush, so forget playing violin or guitar. (Typing this is taking forever.)
I want to melodramatically yell, “Mom down!” to lighten the mood sometimes when I have days like this.
I’m supposed to be taking care of my family, but they are stuck taking care of themselves, the house, the baby, and me. It’s not right.
Because of all the stuff that went on last year (read about all the medical junk here), my body was so stressed out that it developed a syndrome called fibromyalgia. No one seems to know much about it. But it exists. For real. No joke. It’s different for everyone, even depending on the day. Mine was doing better until I had a flare-up from too much physical and mental and emotional stress last week. This is day three of “mom down”. My poor family!
Earlier today I found a meme about fibro that struck a chord. I may make my own later, but it hurts too much right now. Anyway… Here ya go. Enjoy.