Well, I'm hoping that today is better because yesterday was certainly not my best. It wasn't a bad day, per se, but I definitely was not the Mom that my kiddos deserve. I felt myself on edge all day, and in retrospect I was probably less patient than normal.
I struggled all day to maintain my composure. I smiled and tried to be calm, but inside I felt like hiding in the tree house while eating ice cream sandwiches. I think sometimes we all need a break, and yesterday must have been my day.
With social distancing, I haven't really had a break in over a year. When I hear about my friends going out and resuming their lives, I feel twangs of jealousy that make me uncomfortable. I don't begrudge their happiness, but I also know that relaxing protocols to that degree is not feasible because of Timmy. I think I'm just feeling claustrophobic in my own house.
There was nothing that set me off or put me in a sour mood. I just didn't feel like myself all day. Hopefully today will be better, because I don't like feeling that edgy!
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