One exhausted mother

Only diary….
Or maybe I should say “dear diary…”
Dear Only Diary…
I’ll figure that part out later…anyway, last night was a pretty rough one. I found myself struggling to submit an assignment that was already late. Wanted to make a real Sunday dinner but decided it’s ok to eat grapes and a hot pocket. So I did. I was anxious, mind running a million miles a minute. Trying to make sure I wasn’t forgetting anything. Forgetting…I was fearful of that. My mom forgot…then she…yea. Alzheimer’s…but she always knew who I was. I wonder if I’ll forget? When I’m her age? Will I remember my babies? Honestly, I forget now and try to blame on it on not being focused but…yea I’ll save that for another day, another diary entry. Now, what was I saying again? Oh, yea last night, hot pocket and grapes. My anxiety is high and so is my blood pressure. I guess I’m trying to be a great mother, wife, student, friend. How could I be a great ME in all of this tho?
Last night was tough. Buttercup had trouble sleeping. Gas. Definitely need to get those gas drops to help. Breastfeeding 🤱🏻 another diary entry…Son always has trouble sleeping, cause he never wants to, LOL. Whenever he sees his father he thinks it’s play time no matter if it is 2am..I don’t remember what time my eye lids finally closed but I do remember the sharpness of my skin feeling like it’s ripping from the inside…C-section blues…yea that’s another diary entry.
Ok back to what I was saying. Grapes. Hot pocket. No sleep. I’m exhausted. Maybe I should try to sleep now? Sounds good but…sighs. Yea, I’ll try this entry again in a few. My eyes hurt and let’s not forget about the tooth ache. Ugh…