You know when your days are crazy busy? When you fly from one activity to the next? You know when it's great catching up with friends? It's wonderful being outdoors. You know when it's, well, it's all a little bit frantic.
And you keep smiling and laughing along.
And then you come home and your husband has gone kitesurfing because you let him. No, you encouraged him to enjoy some "me" time. And you feed your children and you bath them.
And then the realisation slowly dawns.
You are tired.
You are insanely tired.
Apparently the word "me" doesn't fit in your dictionary for you anymore.
You need a break from the constant "go! go! go"
but you've stitched yourself up so tight with swimming lessons, activities, playdates for the next few weeks there is no way you can back out now.
And then your husband comes home and asks cheerily how your day is going.
And you lose it.
TOTALLY.
In fact, your two year old probably doesn't throw his toys out of his stroller in the spectacular fashion you just did.
And wise husband doesn't say anything.
He lets you rant.
And rant.
Then he slips away.
And returns with a steaming hot cup of tea and some tissues.
And tells you tomorrow to just go out.
By yourself for a while. Because really, everyone needs some space.
And suddenly
you start to feel a little bit better able to cope.
And later in the evening when you see him pouring over your favourite Donna Hay cookbook and you snarl at him that there is NO WAY you will be cooking him anything from it. And he mildly replies he's actually planning to cook YOU a special dinner tomorrow night because he knows it's all a bit stressful at the moment.
The suddenly you start to feel better.
Lots better.
You know???