The Truth About Mom Burnout
Today I slept in late. My 5 am wake-up just felt a little too much to entertain today; my body needed to rest. Often, we buy into everything we should be doing right, and we forget one of the most important things: rest. So today, I rested.
Simply put, last week was hard; I was suffering from a new level of burnout. The burnout stemmed from juggling online school, keeping the children fed, attending soccer matches, physio appointments, keeping a tidy space, laundry, and everything else in between. As a result, I felt heavy; I couldn’t lift my limbs. It was as if death was making its way through my limbs and weighing me down. So, I started to run in place to give my body some oxygen, but my feet could only make it that far off the floor.
Panic and anxiety stepped in to assist their pal burnout. I mean, if you are having a party, you might as well bring the entire crew. I tried to breathe deeply, but short breaths of desperation oozed out my nose and mouth. As a result, I decided to sit for a little and take in my surroundings. The dishes from lunch were there waiting to get done. The kids did a fine job tossing all the cushions and went back to online class, blind to their mess. Dinner would soon roll around, and that had to be done too.
Get Help If You Can
Brent was away; he was suffering from burnout too. His heart rate had been so high for the past month that his sleep had been affected, and he needed time away, as we all do. When he’s at home, at least I have those extra hands to help, and you never understand how much those hands help until they are gone. I started talking to myself and referred to my list of things I could control in that time and space and slowly crawled from under the grasp of what felt like death.
I Switched Things Up
That afternoon after school, I broke the routine up a bit. I left everything as it was. So what if the laundry and dishes are dirty? Who cares? Is a spick and span everything more important than my mental health? NO. So, I took the children out for a drive; we went to the dollar store to get snacks. In the dollar store, you get to feel like Oprah; you get candy, you get candy. We had McFlurries from McDonald’s, and we talked and enjoyed one another’s presence and company. It felt so good. A small change in the monotonous routine felt so good.
You Are Not Alone
Last weekend, at a soccer tournament, I was chatting with one of my soccer mom buddies, describing my week. She listened so intently and then thanked me for sharing with her; she was feeling so alone. She had a similar experience, and she was going crazy. We laughed when we compared notes about the simple things that we put pressure on ourselves about. That conversation was good for both of us.
This piece is for all moms suffering from burnout, mom guilt, and everything else in between; know that you are not alone. There will be those days when it feels like death; switch up your routine, go to bed early, figure it out tomorrow. We have to be whole and healthy for ourselves and then whole and healthy for everyone else. And believe me, I understand it’s easier said than done, but it is definitely something we can work towards achieving. Brent is back, I have my extra pair of hands, and my burnout has left my domain.
It is now my turn to go somewhere, alone, for a mental break, and the thought of leaving my children behind is scaring me. I can probably start with a trip to the mall, go out and touch a few shirts and then go back home with the cutest outfits for the kids. I am a work-in-progress. A wine tour of Niagara country with my girls sounds excellent too. I’ll start planning. In short, the truth about mom burnout is that’s it real, and it’s vicious.
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