Yeah, you read that right. This week what I did right was eat milk toast. Gross, right?
To be fair, I didn’t do this of my own volition. I was coerced into it by my therapist.
It was a rough week in which I had to scale back in a few areas and try to just make it through doing the essentials. One of those essentials was taking time for my husband.
This week I tried really hard to “go with the flow.” Emphasis on the word “TRIED.”
This week what I did right was this: I swallowed my pride and let my teenage son dunk me in the pool (well, try to). Even though I didn’t want him to mess up my hair or makeup.
Every week when I sit down to write one thing that I did right that week, I draw a blank. Then I start thinking of all the things I did NOT do right.
It was a hard week. Who am I kidding. It’s ALWAYS a hard week. Every single week. 100% of them. All 52 of the year. Every year.
I’m really bad at reading to my kids. I haven’t always been that way though.
When I was a 21-year-old college student with two toddlers, I was a rock star at reading to my kids.
Almost nothing ever goes as planned. The most valuable thing I got right this week was making those adjustments, going with the flow (at least trying to), and being willing to change things up to accommodate changes in schedule and changes in my own abilities.
This week I was less productive than usual. I watched more Netflix and wrote less articles. I took more naps and felt like doing pretty much nothing. I still did stuff. I even kept my house pretty clean. I didn’t take my toddler to the park at all. But he’s OK, and the other kids […]