There is too much going on this week, which is why my anxiety is at an all-time high.
Not only am I in the middle of planning my first bat mitzvah, my oldest daughter is turning 13 on Thursday. In two days. Holy crap! I thought I was looking forward to this, but I think I was just fooling myself. I don’t think I’m ready to have a teenager. I’ve been waiting for the kids to grow up and out of their whiny, complaint-filled childhood stage for so long that I am starting to look back and long for the days when they were babies. Little babies. The ones that just lay in their cribs and played with simple toys, like teething rings and stuffed animals.
I miss being able to pick them up and hold them, having them cuddle their head into my neck. I don’t miss the sleepless nights, but I do miss rocking them to sleep. I miss nap time. For both of us.
January has been hard to deal with and I’m already anxious to see it go. The promises of a new chance, getting organized and setting goals has been overshadowed by the stress and anxiety.
Seriously wishing I could just stay in bed all day.
So how’s your new year going?
