Don't let people tell you that it is. It's fine to spend half an hour looking through old blog post to make sure that you don't repeat a picture and then PANIC because you see how many times you have already repeated pictures.
And then spend another half hour looking through photos to find one that has for SURE not been used. Eventually hitting upon one that is not a favored photo in any way and cannot possibly have been used.
I am being facetious. I do have a problem with perfectionism. And I have a problem with perfectionism.
Today I went to meeting. I had some unpleasant flashbacks of feeling unwelcome because my child(ren) made the normal noises that child(ren) make. It did not derail me, however. Which was good.
My older two were perfectly silent and the youngest did not come in to the meeting room. This only freaked me out a little bit because I didn't know what the plan was. Turns out that she was downstairs playing with some of the other young kids since the word on the street was that I didn't want her brought in to meeting.
This is technically true.
But what it really is... is that I don't want her to be unwelcome in the meeting.
I don't want anyone to roll their eyes at me if she talks in an unquiet voice. I don't want people to glare at her. I don't want to be approached by anyone telling me that she is not welcome in the meeting room because she is a distraction. And I do not want her (and me) to be the subject of snide comments and sidelong glances.
This makes it sound like the quakers are a dreadful crew. And they aren't. They are fab. That is why I like hanging with them.
I am just oversensitized to the issue of disruptive noises that children make because I was confronted by people on this issue while at a particularly low point in my Depression.
And now I am better, and could better handle any friction caused by her "vocal ministry."
So in fact, the case is not that I don't want her brought to meeting. I do want her brought to meeting. So, we are going to try that again. I am ready. Naturally I cannot go to meeting next week because I have a family obligation. This after I rallied my troops over the issue.
STILL DO NOT HAVE MY BUPROPION and I forgot to take my allergy meds this morning. At least I did the sertraline. I cannot remember the generic name for prozac, which bothers me for some reason. Now I will go check: fluoxetine.
Grateful Crap: really having a lovely faith community and supportive people all around.
went to meeting
spent time with family
put together a toddler bed
purchased lingonberry jam
took some of my meds in the morning
and thought mournfully of the meds that I did not take
Quaker, teacher, parent,