I hear you. I have 2 under 4 and it’s exhausting. What’s lacking is me time to take care of myself. I’m so exhausted at night that I can’t exercise and they way up so damned early that I can’t even start my day with a cup of coffee or some free weights. They’re just too high demand and high energy. Even keeping up with my expertise and skills at work is a challenge as I have no time do professional development that I previously took advantage of pre-kids.
I’m literally falling apart and my wife wants a 3rd and it scares me because I feel like I’ve lost myself and another 5 years of this will ensure my dad bod is just a fat beer belly bod.
It’s really hard not to fall into resentment, but I’ve used my poop break to write this. Back to action…