No toe dipping, just jump right in,

Alright. I've caved and decided to start a blog with hope that it may help with some of my built up frustration. I'll begin by being narcissistic and talk about myself. My name is Rebecca Jones, maiden name Parker. My daughter, Emily, will be four in July. My son, Xander, will be two in June, and my little bun in the oven, Oakley, will be here sometime in May. I know, I know. What was I thinking having my kids so close together, right? Trust me, I'm there with you. I ask myself that every day, and then I remember my reasoning behind the decision. See, my husband, James, is ten years older than me, and while it doesn't bother me in the least (we're on the same level... most of the time) I didn't want him to be in a walker at their graduations and wedding. Call me shallow, but it all makes sense. I want us to be able to enjoy our kids while we're young and healthy and spry.
I won't lie and say that it isn't frustrating. It is. My kids are beautiful and smart, and I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world. But part of me is tired. I'm worn out and I don't know if I'll ever be rested again. This is where my problems lie. I constantly go, and do, and do, and do for everyone, and I never stop to do something nice for myself. Maybe I'm a closet masochist. Who knows.
Again, this blog is an attempt to talk myself through some of the feelings and frustrations I'm having. Hopefully, hopefully, it helps.