Forget One Villiage, I Need Two!!!

   I never knew that one small child could wear an adult out the way that my little one does. I mean I’m the queen of juggling a lot of tasks but lately, I’m just finding myself extremely exhausted.  I actually have disagreements with a one-year-old who wouldn't be tired after this. The sad part is that I only understand half of the argument, the other is in a foreign language and I know I'm losing because there are hand movements and exasperated sighs from the little person. While I’m speaking on
this, where in the world did she learn to do that? Nobody in our household is much of a sigher. Personally, I fit more in the category of the quiet storm. The oldest doesn’t have the authority to be mad and the hubby, well, I don’t know if the few sentences that he emits when he is upset actually counts.

    I remember when she was a few months old, I posted on Facebook that she was wearing me out and someone posted "You got this". For a brief few months, I felt like Superwoman but as time progressed that hopefulness has worn off. I don't have time to accomplish much of anything and my social life is in shambles. I'm almost to the point where I look forward to traveling to my dysfunctional place of employment. My dream day is to sit in the closet in the dark and hope that hours pass before anyone notices I'm gone or finds me. 
   I see these images of these glamourous mothers that are raising a family, managing a full-time job and a side hustle and they aren't even breaking a sweat. I don't even take the time to get my nails done anymore. If I have free time to sit at a nail salon, I feel that time can be best spent doing something else. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't get rid of my life for the world but this life isn't always easy and don't feel bad as a parent if you have a few overwhelming days. 
   I long for the day that someone calls and asks if the little one can come over for playtime, a sleepover, dinner, etc. I'm not greedy, I will take what I can get. Until then, I realize that the older generation was wrong yet again. It doesn't take a village, it takes two villages, especially after turning 32.