Sometimes the things that are swirling about in your head (worries, stressors, anxieties) and the things coursing through your veins (mostly hormones) turn you into, what I like to call "Off Mama". Today is one of those days. I am just off. I am short tempered and have no patience. I don't feel like playing Mancala or Doctor Visit. I don't feel like playing Candyland or hauling all kinds of glue and glitter out for a craft. I just want to sit and have my own thoughts. I need to stew.
I now know that this is okay. I know this because Leslie and my sister and Jodi tell me all of the time that days like this don't mean that I don't love or deserve Ev. It just means that I am human. I have learned enough about myself to know that I should not push it. That if I feel this way, I should absolutely stay in the background. It's not the end of the world if Ev has to have a quiet day where her every whim is not met- she really won't remember that through the years. She will remember if her Mama spent one whole afternoon sighing and fussing.
Yes. I am feeling a bit sorry for myself. I have alot on my plate that I wanted to get done today. Nope. This mood prohibits anything constructive. I have to wallow, that's the only way out.
The cat is not helping either. I think he has finally had the cheese slide entirely off his cracker if you know what I mean. He's nutso and annoying and chewing on everything but wanting lots of love so he can bite you mid pet. He even got Sushi yesterday. Ingrate.
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