It has been one of those weeks. One of those long weeks where nothing really goes to plan. And I am ex-haus-ted.
Baby L. had been dragging on a cold for over a month and on Monday he had his very first session of
kiné respiratoire (breathing physiotherapy). The "magic massage" worked wonders as he was immediately relieved from his congested nose and nasty cough but (and it is a big but) the massage was quite - what I am saying, extremely - vigorous. My friends who have kids told me that it was disturbing to watch but I didn't realise to what extent until I saw it being done. To see my little boy be "hurt" even though in the end it was for his own good, and hearing him cry out to us and not being able to help him was the worst feeling I have experienced so far as a mother.
Work has also be terrible this week, with so many things to do and so little time. Having a baby has strongly impacted on how I organise my day at the office because whatever happens, I now have to leave at 6 pm to pick up my boy. That means no more coffee breaks, hardly ever any lunch breaks (in France, you legally have to take 1 hour) and of course, no more drinks after work to drown my sorrows. Sadly, the whole networking side of my job has become almost non-existent and instead, I am sat at my desk all day long desperately typing away before the ticking time bomb goes off, telling me I have to leave. Of course, when I get home, there's a whole new job waiting for me.
Some days, keeping up with the pace of daily activities is really hard, not to say impossible.Trying to be a good mum, a good girlfriend, a good daughter, a good sister, a good friend, a good professional - at the moment, I can't keep up. I know that that I'm supposed to be a
Wonder Trentenaires, that it's the weekend and that I should be happy, but I can't help it: today has been so hard, it's been my very own black Friday.
Anyone got a quick fix?
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