And now, we are at that phase, in which everything seems overwhelming. There is no time for myself. The mornings, the afternoons, the evenings, the nights… there is not a second that I could be alone. Think. Relax. Enjoy my morning coffee. I am upset because I am losing my patience, I am upset because there is not alone time for me. Being home with my kids is all I even wanted, why do I feel so overwhelmed then? I can’t stand them crying. I can’t stand them when “hanging” on me. Then, how is this my dream? I feel heartbroken when I ask them to play alone, but I feel I need a minute in a room with no one around. My heart and brain hurts. The load of housework adds up. How raising one child felt so natural and easy, I had everything under control. But raising two kids drives me crazy. It’s been two years now, that I have two children at home, and I am not even near close having a balance in my life. I feel I am messing up on everything.