This month shit is heavy. October. Celine. Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month. Debt.
That last one is hitting me hard. I no longer have the expense of a nanny, we are in a much more affordable stage of nursery school. But:
I am now trying to pull myself out of a double-digit hole of credit card debt (employing a nanny with benefits and paying for everything else by credit card has caught up to me). It's slow-going, if my car breaks down again I'm completely fucked.
Just breathe. We will be ok.
What feels unsustainable on the other hand, is the new sleep method I've had to employ on S these past few months. Singing to her until she goes down, lying on the floor waiting to hear her heavy breathing... it's a long night. Niblet really was one of those babies that we perfected the "leave the room and shut the door when they're drowsy but not completely asleep" advice of sleep trainers.
I'm so fucking tired. I'm so unhinged by the precipitous drop in estrogen surging through my body. I get irrationally angry and cry with little provocation.
Mothering a tween and a toddler while perimenopausal is not for the faint of heart.
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