Going, going, going...

The one thing about working and having little kids is that it feels like non-stop action from the crack of dawn until I drop into bed. Its partly my fault since I am trying to have time for the kids, work, exercising, seeing friends, spending time with my husband, and doing all the random household management, not to mention getting hair cuts, pedicures and leg waxes. I suppose if I cut some of that out, I'd have more time to sit on my butt. The exercising is what I'm having trouble getting used to the most. I try to go to the gym 2 times during the week after work. And then I also do yoga one night a week after the kids go to bed. So there are 3 days when I've got something to do in the evening already. Which means there are only 2 nights when I can relax after the kids go to bed. One of those nights is my husband's turn to do something after work so I end up doing the bedtime thing for two toddlers on my own. By the time I get B into bed, I'm exhausted!

This would all be ok if I could actually get a decent night's sleep, but lately K has been waking up around midnight and B comes into our room around 5am. Yikes.

But I have to say, even so, I still am glad that I went back to work. B was way overtired last night and threw a massive tantrum and I did not flip out at all. I had total patience with him and we were able to work through it and get him to eat his dinner without me losing my temper at all. That was super hard for me when I stayed at home. I was always so burnt out from the constant neediness. I really do a lot better now that I get some time to do the things I'd like to do. And I have to say its a lot less stressful watching our savings account get bigger instead of smaller.