Blah

Lately, I've been feeling blah. Not depressed, nothing concerning, just blah. Maybe it's long term sleep deprivation. Maybe it's the fact that I've caught my second cold in 5 weeks thanks to going to story time at the library. Maybe it's that I feel unappreciated when it comes to all the effort I put into raising Alia...She  treats Daddy like the king and me like I have the plague when he's around when all the while I'm dedicating my life to making sure she thrives in every capacity.

I'd lie if I said I haven't second guessed my choice for my life's work. I was a career girl before, and happily made the choice to stay home and raise babies. I read in a chat room that we can't look to our kids for validation, and while my knee jerk reaction is that I'm certain I'm not doing that, then why do I have the blues after a weekend filled with King Daddy and Plague Mommy?