Seems the ol’ blog has been about being not-ok this week.
Since being trendy is at the top of my priority list, let’s continue on; shall we?
My Mom-Guilt is EXTRA loud today, combined with an inexpressible urge for solitude, and a strange rawness that’s basically put me to the end of my rope with everything.
No patience. Temper flaring at the drop of a hat. Overwhelming shame for feeling like this in the first place. I have reached capacity.
Maybe I need a hot bath. Perhaps a book. Possibly some liquor. Probably all three at once, who am I kidding?
Time to take a break.
I busted out You Are Here and coloured for a bit, we had a family dinner (with me working every evening during the week it doesn’t happen often anymore) and then Adrian and I watched Why Him after the kids were in bed.
While this didn’t make everything perfect, it helped. That’s all I needed it to do.