Therapy.
It's probably something I should be seeking from a professional.
Instead I'm here, using this blog as my therapeutic outlet.
So hi!
Have you ever been so overwhelmed and stressed out that you hide in your closet to escape?
Welcome to my morning xD.
Realistically the only thing in my life that is demanding at the moment is my beautiful baby Wrylenn.
Yet my stress levels of late have been through the roof!
Perhaps the piling dishes, unwashed clothes, disastrous rooms, and extra 50 lbs I'm holding onto have contributed.
Somehow my entire day is spent revolved around Wry. Not necessarily because she needs me every second of the day, but the few moments I have when she is asleep, or entertaining herself I find myself so overwhelmed by the things that need to get done, that instead I sit and do nothing. I use the excuse that she's fallen asleep on me, to continue to do nothing aside from hold her.
The only thing I've been able to motivate myself to do has been exercise.
That's easy when you have a brand new elliptical hogging space in your living room.
The last few hours I've decided that the state of my home is not as important as the health of my baby and myself. Mental health matters.
So if you come over and things aren't pristine, it's because I'm accepting the fact that having an immobile baby means sometimes not having the cleanest house.
to be continued...
