It comes in waves

Main caregiving of an almost six years old special needs child, breastfeeding a two years old typical toddler, organising the household, doing my Masters, running a home business is slowly taking a toll on my mental state. I feel helpless at times and the need to be strong. I have started to stay away from friends with the excuse of minimalising and decluttering. I really hope he can be more hands-on. But he's not yet there. 

He does it only when he feels the time is right for him. I really wish he can do more around the house like keeping track on what's happening in schools for the two girls, Kyra's too many specialists/medical appointments and hospital therapies, running the household (grocery, as in food for the the girls, ensuring the girls get the right sized clothes to wear, their daily necessities like toiletries), helper's matters like salary or other miscellaneous, the girl's school fees, making sure Kyra gets enough of home therapy and Bella gets enough of outdoor play and educational activities.

For now, it's just me, sitting here trying to do up orders for my home business while trying to read my journals for my dissertation, way past midnight, after putting the girls to bed. x