By Wednesday I was lost. It's weird how you get used to things being one way, then they change... and I didn't know what to do with myself.
By day five (today), I got to a point I was so frustrated with myself, I could have punched myself in the head....
Anyways, I don't know how mantras work - really - but I need to figure it out.
I need to remember to consider that maybe I should be doing exactly what I am doing, and not what I think I should be doing.
Something like that anyways....
And after some words of encouragement via text messages courtesy of Christopher, I turned the day around and checked everything off my list:
laundry grocery* HAVE FUN, RELAX A LITTLE... See?
|My girl should be in magazines.|
|Ask me how many compliments she got on her pigtails. |
Okay, I'll tell you: 3!!
Matching bathing suits, $5, Old Navy. Heck yea!
At the end of the day... reflecting with my glass of Chardonnay - a couple of thoughts:
- How do mothers that have to go 5 days in a row, or even worse - single mothers do it all the time?!? Support systems are so important to sanity.
- The whole I should be doing what I'm doing thing.
- My husband is my anchor. I am lost without him.