Sometimes I find I hold things in, telling myself that they'll get better, only to have them explode in my face later. Here I am in one of those moments, so I'm spilling the beans on life.
It's been a long time since I last blogged and it always feels like there's not enough time. I just got home from a long day at work. The dog won't stop barking. Matt is out of town. Dinner needs to be made. Shopping needs to be done. Trash needs to be taken out. More laundry needs to be done. I need a shower. Lunch needs to be made for tomorrow. Etc, etc, etc. I decided though that the dog will have to wait, along with the trash, dinner, laundry, and grocery shopping, because it's been too long since I've taken any me time and it's about time I did.
My job, as much as I love it, requires I take care of 8 other bodies all day. Along with my fellow staff members, of course. Being new at a job I constantly feel like I need to be on my very most A-game around the clock, which is exhausting when you also have 2 bodies to take care of at home. Those bodies would be a puppy (which let me say I now HATE puppies and would NEVER get one again. Seriously.) and of course Matt, whom makes life so much easier- when he's here that it.
I knew Matt would travel but I didn't expect to feel so isolated after moving up here and it's made it harder. It's been hard to make friends because everyone lives in other cities and already has busy lives. It's also hard because with Matt gone the puppy is my full responsibility and I have to always be home after work and on weekends to take care of him and train him. Which doesn't leave time to go out or even run errands. It's also been hard at work because the people I teach with all speak a different language all day, which makes it hard to get to know one another, get work done, and feel included in my new job. Granted, these are wonderfully kind people- we just don't speak the same language. So I feel alone all day and I come home to an empty house at night. I'm struggling to say the least.
I just feel overwhelmed with all of my life changes and responsibilities. Marriage, new city, new part of the state, far away from family, lack of friends, annoying puppy, new apartment, new job, etc, etc, etc. So many times I just find myself overwhelmed, lonely, unhappy, and in tears. I feel like I went from having time to myself at the gym, with family/friends, to read, to shop, to watch tv... to nothing for me and everything being spent on everyone else. I'm literally always taking care of someone else and I'm exhausted. And the fact that I'm exhausted makes me feel like a total failure at this new life.
I feel like I should be able to do this. It seems so simple after all. I've moved before. I've worked before. I've helped run a household before. I've known Matt for years. So why is this all so hard? I just want some peace and quiet and I don't remember the last time I had any. I'm so thankful for the few sweet friends I have at my new job because they have made that part easier, and I'm always hoping the future will be brighter, but for right now I seem to feel the future is so far away and of course I wonder, "What if it doesn't get better?" What if I always feel like a failure? I'm constantly feeling like I'm not good enough at work, in my marriage, in my home, as a friend, as an aunt, sister, daughter, as a puppy-mom. I feel pulled and needed in so many directions that I feel run down and overwhelmed. And did I mention the last month I've had a severe sinus infection?
I haven't felt this alone in life since my second year of college when I had a broken foot, no car, no way to drive, and no life. I never thought I would feel like this when I moved here. I thought I would make friends, the puppy would be easy, and I would be totally fine with Matt traveling. But I'm not. And I'm a mess. And I'm spilling the beans about it. Finally.