Just need to vent a little here. I love & enjoy my toddler, who is by no means a difficult child. DH works reasonable hours and is generally great. I know I am lucky.
But I sometimes feel like the old me just got completely replaced. This is partly because we moved to a new city a couple months before DD's birth. Although we have some friends here, we never really developed a life here before becoming parents. I went from working FT to SAHM. Plus, we are renting a furnished rental, and we used to own a home. Got rid of a lot of stuff when we moved and put the rest in storage. DH doesn't seem to feel this as much as I do, but I still feel like home isn't really home. I don't really feel like myself much anymore...but mostly too busy to think about it.
I wouldn't say I'm unhappy...I'd describe myself as mostly contented...but I just don't remember what it's like to be me, so to speak. The air feels different in this city. It is strange to be here, still. Plus I feel like I am so focused on mothering that I've forgotten what it's like to be me/focus on me, even though I do take "me" time for a couple hours every week. It's like my whole mind has changed somehow. Does that make any sense?
Also, I think my husband fundamentally doesn't get it. He thinks "I work, she works" equating our work in his mind--and he helps out pretty equally at home--but I don't think he gets how absorbed my mind and emotions are by it. Whereas I feel like he gets to go be himself for eight hours a day, even if he has to answer to his bosses. His life is not quite as different. And I'd rather have my "job" than his, but still. I feel so different I barely remember who I am.
But I sometimes feel like the old me just got completely replaced. This is partly because we moved to a new city a couple months before DD's birth. Although we have some friends here, we never really developed a life here before becoming parents. I went from working FT to SAHM. Plus, we are renting a furnished rental, and we used to own a home. Got rid of a lot of stuff when we moved and put the rest in storage. DH doesn't seem to feel this as much as I do, but I still feel like home isn't really home. I don't really feel like myself much anymore...but mostly too busy to think about it.
I wouldn't say I'm unhappy...I'd describe myself as mostly contented...but I just don't remember what it's like to be me, so to speak. The air feels different in this city. It is strange to be here, still. Plus I feel like I am so focused on mothering that I've forgotten what it's like to be me/focus on me, even though I do take "me" time for a couple hours every week. It's like my whole mind has changed somehow. Does that make any sense?
Also, I think my husband fundamentally doesn't get it. He thinks "I work, she works" equating our work in his mind--and he helps out pretty equally at home--but I don't think he gets how absorbed my mind and emotions are by it. Whereas I feel like he gets to go be himself for eight hours a day, even if he has to answer to his bosses. His life is not quite as different. And I'd rather have my "job" than his, but still. I feel so different I barely remember who I am.








), I feel so GROUNDED in that moment. Like I feel as though I have come home.
) and I feel invisible.

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