I know that in the long run, this study I am doing will be worth it. I'll have a career. I'll be a something. I'll have a qualification that is required world wide. It will be worth it.
But right now, when my little guy is not well, when we have spent a week caring for him, convincing him to breathe and rest and sleep and cleaning up vomit and washing clothes, sheets, towels, car seat covers and still being a parent for Ma'ayan and reading to her and playing with her and making food and and and and
Well, it feels overwhelming. It feels stifling. It feels all too hard. I want to talk to husband. I want to watch TV and read novels. I wnat to create and make. I want to relax.
But it will all be worth it, right?