Life is so beautiful. Life is so hard.
I started crying at the pharmacy today.
This week was really hard. Returning to work after two weeks vacation. Managing my children’s ‘back to routine’ angst. The energy, the tension in our household has been palpable.
It all seemed to culminate in a total explosion today. Anchored by colossal meltdowns from each daughter. More than once my husband and I looked at each other and mused at how hard every single thing was today.
I am exhausted. Life. Work. Parenting. It just feels like a lot.
The girls have gone to my parents for a sleepover. I have finally found some calm. I can reflect on the last few days. I can see how much time I have spent ruminating, preoccupied with things I said, mistakes I made. I can see how much I have been spiralling.
I am able to forgive myself. I can accept that this has been a shit week AND still know that I can do this. Know that I have not failed.
