Today’s post was supposed to be a “Keep Calm And” poster, but my friends? This is where I’ve been all day long. I’ve dodged phone calls, avoided chores, and have yet to brush my teeth. It’s 7pm.
The baby is teething. I think. Maybe. See, she just keeps hollering at me and I don’t speak “screamy.” Nobody’s sleeping at night, so it’s a little bit stressful around here. See those dark circles? I’m starting to think they are permanent.
And I’m okay. Tired, stressed, but in love with my girls and sympathetic to what is surely a traumatic experience for No2. Because I’m being realistic about what I can control and what needs to be done, I’m hanging in there.
So I’m literally phoning this in, typing with my thumb. Cutting myself some slack. In my battle against anxiety, that’s my secret weapon. And it’s a sharp one. With pointy spikes. And a laser gun.