I haven't had a very good week so far. Not for any reason, in particular. I've been worrying about things totally out of my control (the health of loved ones, this house, keeping up with my many mommy jobs, this dumb post-baby body -- oh, wait, I DO have control of that, right?!?).
Yesterday my anxiety and stress was at an all time high. I had been running around all week, cleaning the house for showings, and it was catching up with me. My plan yesterday afternoon, following a full day of working and errands, was to go workout the minute J walked in the door, come home, make dinner and finish the laundry. But, when J emailed to say he'd be home late from school, I gave up my schedule, stopped rushing and decided to just give myself a break. My dinner plan went out the window and I ordered a pizza (bacon cheeseburger, without the pickles, from Godfathers - J's favorite!). I decide the workout could wait. I let all 7 loads of laundry go unfolded. I grabbed a good book. I grabbed a cute baby. And I sat in front of the TV. It was heavenly.
And, just so no one thinks I was ignoring the other 4 members of my family -- J and Eli were running errands, Addi was playing with dolls in her room, and Ty was curled up on the chair in the living room.
Then, to top it all off, I went to bed by 8:30 and was asleep by 9:00.
It felt great and this morning I'm refreshed. What don't I give myself a break more often?!?