Ash Thoreau

I’m in Massachusetts. My husband’s family is everywhere. I’m exhausted. The only reason I get this alone time is thanks to my kid’s nap. I should be utilizing the time to nap as well, but I’m freezing.

Humidity is a weird thing. It’s like I’m covered in dampness as if I’m sweating, but because I’m just laying here, it’s making me cold. I don’t know how to dress for this weather. And my hair is a freaking mess.

I’m not used to playing the loving, supportive wife as if I’m being judged either. My husbands family rarely comes around and never in this many numbers. Yesterday my husband gave me the evening off from watching my kid once we got here. The airport/flight was overwhelming because I mainly watched her, took care of her and made sure she was comfortable. So the break was welcomed. However, his family made comments like that he was babysitting her and acted like I should have been taking care of her instead him.

Don’t get me wrong. Usually it’s a joint effort. But yesterday was extra draining on me during the 8.5 hour ordeal getting here. He mainly carried bags while I carried one bag and corralled a toddler from doing something dumb or dangerous. I think I earned a couple hours of sitting and relaxing.

So, yeah…. Today I’m trying to prove to all these old school women that I am an active participant in my kid’s life. Why I feel I need to prove anything to them is beyond me. Maybe it’s because they’re intimidating as hell. It feels like they’ve all seen some crazy shit in their lives, and here I am, the oblivious sheltered woman, exhausted from a little trip to the airport.

Anyways, this kid is going to wake up soon. I need to be ready to start moving. The rest of this day is going to be a blur. If anyone is actually reading this, try to send some luck and energy this way please. Or whatever good vibes you’ve got for me. Thanks in advance!