I always knew I wanted to be a mother. Now I am and it is so much harder than I expected. Having a small child is relentless. I love Cooper so much. Nothing in my life has ever meant this much to me, and yet so many times each day I just want 10 minutes alone. So many times each day I run out of patience. So many time each day my heart wants to explode because I love him so much. I always thought I'd have 2 kids, but now I just don't know. Can I physically/emotionally/financially handle another one? It's not clear anymore what the next step should be.
While life in general seems unsettled, each day seems too routine. Exercise, feed the dog, walk the dog, get Cooper up and dressed, put Cooper down for a nap or for bed, change diapers, make food, clean up food, plan activities, pack for activities, clean up from activities, work. There is no spontaneity, no adventure. I always used to have my next trip, my next adventure planned.
I was hoping that 35 would just take some time to settle into. More than 2 months later, I'm not feeling like that's true at all. Maybe this is what 35 will be. Unsettled.