It was the last day of summer break and I wanted to do something with my kids. I wanted to give them some undivided attention. Something to break up the monotony of being on their screens all day.
I love the little buggers even though they mostly drive me nuts. I often look at them and am in awe of their amazingness. The more they grow up the more I”m impressed with what they’ve learned, who they’re becoming, and how responsible and kind they are. I love them more than life itself. Therefore I want them never to suffer. Ever. At all. But that’s impossible.
I know little kids shouldn’t have any screen time at all. But I stand by this statement.
You read that right. What I did right this week was that I wrote this post down and hit “publish.” This is a big step for me.
This week I was kinda losing it.
“A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.”
Yeah, you read that right. This week what I did right was eat milk toast. Gross, right?
To be fair, I didn’t do this of my own volition. I was coerced into it by my therapist.
It was a rough week in which I had to scale back in a few areas and try to just make it through doing the essentials. One of those essentials was taking time for my husband.
This week I tried really hard to “go with the flow.” Emphasis on the word “TRIED.”