I have a lot of different types of people reading this blog: warning ahead of time, this isn’t for everyone… if you don’t want to read it I won’t hold it against you, the length got a little out of control on me!
As I was sitting in my car in the drive through of a coffee shop today wearing slippers and sweatpants I started to think about where my life had gone wrong. Now don’t get me wrong, I generally love my life. Somehow I had gotten myself to this place where I am staying at my moms house (while she was out of town) away from my husband and baby. I am sitting in front of a computer or a book for many, many hours every day, my eyes getting worse and my weight going up. Oh bar exam how I hate you.
When magazines say women let themselves go, I now understand what they are talking about. I have discovered you can get to a point where you don’t let yourself go… you completely forget that you as an individual exist. The further out of control you get, the harder it is to see your way back. You get so busy that any extra moment you have you feel you need to devote to your children and husband because that is your job. You get stretched so thin and you want to give enough of yourself to everyone. As I type this I literally haven’t had my haircut since June… its February, the end of February at that. I can’t fit into my clothes because I haven’t had time to work out or eat well in over 2 months (I have time to take a shower once every other day… and that is only because I am paying a babysitter). So I am wearing sweatpants everyday, and I don’t have time to put on my sneakers that I normally wear so I have been wearing whatever slips on. This is a sad state of affairs if you ask me.
There are people that live like this all the time. How, I have no idea, they must die by age 40 because they have used up all of what they once were. I have gotten a taste and I hate it. I am missing out on too much life, I feel lousy physically and mentally and I am not the best version of myself to anyone including Ryan who is most important. And Poor Don has to pick up my slack, we spend probably 1 hour together during waking hours and that is spent watching some TV show because honestly I have nothing to talk about except legal rules (and even I don’t want to hear about those) and I am so mentally exhausted that that is pretty much the extent of what I am able to do. He has to rearrange his busy schedule to make time for my stuff and so we are both falling behind on the daily stuff (from running out of toothpaste to projects at work).
We had a babysitter come in for Ryan 2-3 times a week which helped me study for 10-15 hours more a week which was a huge help. But he was so upset every time I went upstairs leaving him downstairs. He really liked her, but he wanted me and I wanted to be there with him way more then be upstairs locked in my little office. I couldn’t come downstairs because if he saw me he would cry. Ugh what a bad situation. I am not saying that I will never leave him again, that wouldn’t be healthy for anyone… in fact I plan on leaving him with this particular babysitter again, but I just hated being essentially forced to do it. It was like all the decisions in my life were being made without my input.
So anyway, while I am not sure what I will end up doing with myself in the future, I know for sure that I never want to get to a point where life is passing me, where my daily goal is to keep myself from drowning in a life that I created. Maybe I will work part time, maybe I will work full time, maybe I will wait until Ryan goes to school, maybe I won’t… I feel like there are a lot of possibilities. The good news is that because of Don’s new job (as of last November) I don’t have to make a decision right now. I can get over the trauma that is the bar exam. I can take it slowly enough that I make decisions because I want to instead of out of desperation.
Sorry for the long blog! I will post happy blogs with pictures and everything after the bar is DONE on Wednesday… okay after I am going out with Rachel after the bar… so closer to Thursday or Friday.