“Get out, Erin. It will do you good.”
“Take time for yourself.”
“Treat yourself.”

They’re right. It does feel good to get out and enjoy time without kids.

But then I get home…

Within minutes, not only do I feel like I didn’t actually get a break, I’m somehow more stressed than before I left.

Putty in hair.
Stains in the rug.
Dishes in the sink.
Toys not put away.

I don’t blame the sitters. They truly do the best they can.
I don’t even blame the girls.

Keeping up with Courtney is not for the weak. Add Alyssa’s sometimes demanding personality and behaviors into the mix, and trust me, what the sitters deal with while I’m gone is exactly what I deal with when I’m home.

So why do I feel so defeated when I get back after finally taking time for myself?

(The picture is of the chunk of hair I had to cut out of Courtney’s hair due to yet another putty disaster.)