When I think about the way things were before I had kids, I don't remember having to say to myself (out loud) "ok, take a deep breath...... now clean the peanut butter off of the wall and remind your two year old why she can't take her pull up off during 'rest time' (which used to be NAP)" Yesterday myself and I had this conversation or something like it about 10 times. But, by 8 o'clock everyone was asleep and I had my glass of wine and quietness. I went to sleep last night under the impression that it had been a good day. I didn't loose my temper, and everyone was fed, clean, and healthy. I have totally abandoned the inner monologue, and I am now full on talking to myself. Quite honestly, it helps. So today when you have a "day" or a "moment" just remind yourself to breathe.... maybe a few times in a row. It should at least get you to "bed time"
Happy Friday!
p.s. if my friend with the new baby, whom i made dinner for, is reading.... i truly loved making you enchiladas yesterday. Cinderella was on, and all was peaceful in the kitchen. :)
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