No luck falling asleep last night.
This morning started out with a sense of being behind and unable to catch up. As a result, I know that my perceptions of my life are skewed and everything seems worse than it is or even than it was yesterday.
Being tired and anxious and tipping into depression have a way of putting a negative filter on the way I see things:
The budgeting problems couldn’t be solved with a bevy of mathematical geniuses.
I am the only homemaker in America (maybe the world) who can’t keep a clean house.
We have the worst looking yard in the neighborhood.
the dishes, the laundry, the unmade bed, the piles of paperwork to be dealt with, the recycling, the boxes of donations, the stuff to be sorted, the unmade bed, the bathrooms waiting to be cleaned, the books unread, the projects undone, the clock is ticking and I am getting nowhere…fast
It’s time for a glass of tea and some perspective…and a talk with myself (preferably not aloud where I can add crazy to the list).
I am doing okay.
Things will be okay.
It could be worse.
There are solutions to the real problems.
Some of the problems aren’t really that big a deal.
The sun will still do it’s thing even if everything doesn’t get done so there is always tomorrow.
I can fold one load of laundry.
I can wash one sink load of dishes.
I can stack all of the paper in one place and deal with it one piece at a time.
I can clear one counter.
The lost things can be found.
And so can peace.
I can stop and have a glass of tea.
I can make the baby laugh.
I could even read a chapter of a book.
And then I can do one more thing to make our home more comfortable.
Comfortable, not perfect.
What I can’t do is everything…right now.
I feel better now.
I’m glad we had this talk.