I stayed up too late last night constructing and then deconstructing and finally demolishing entirely an attempt at a costume for my eldest. It is still in the works in completely different format. Ugh.
Instead of going to the Y today and doing Yoga (If I belonged to the JCC would I have to do Joga? Or if I went to Lifetime Fitnesss would I have to do Loga? Bally's would certainly teach Boga...) Right. Like I was saying before I so rudely interrupted, I did not go to the Y today.
I stayed home pretending that I was going to be able to finish a project with the very intrusive help of a two-year-old in the sliver of time between dropping children off at school and going to work. I really just made a larger and more colorful mess.
Okay, I just went to pick some things up off a shared printer and there was this whole journal entry assignment on positive self-talk. So here it goes:
I just wrote and rewrote the same paragraph twelve times. Or maybe only eight. I don't know how to frame self-talk in a positive way without sounding like I am making excuses for failings (Halloween will still go on even if I don't make the costume), or very whiny (I am good at creative stuff) or like I am delusional (I could not possibly be a better mom for my children).
I am just fine. The costume is just fine. It is fine to be a creative person. I am a fine mom. I could be worse. Ugh. Some yelliness occurred in the afternoon, which I did not handle well-- probably because I was already in fine form over the VAST amount of time I spent on a failed project.
Grateful Crap: "When I go in a parking lot I hold hands with a grown-up so the cars don't squish me. Ooh! I really would not want that big blue truck to squish me. That would not be a good idea."
took meds in the morning
ran a bit (because I was running late)
went for a walk (collecting candy)
talked to neighbors (while knocking on doors with children in costume)
Quaker, teacher, parent,