Another almost 8 hours of sleep last night, with early morning coffee and a full 10 minutes of meditation (!) before the boys escaped their room… and I am 100% positive the sleep, those few minutes and the coffee were the reason we survived the morning without me completely losing my shit.
W started the day with a temper tantrum of epic proportions, all over not wanting to get dressed. After that was over, it was a series of minor temper tantrums over each step of the morning – going downstairs, eating breakfast (the english muffin got too toasted, then there wasn’t enough honey on it etc etc etc), choice of play, cleaning up from play, and on and on and on.
If I had to guess, it’s his internal struggle with getting back into the daycare routine… C had some regression issues yesterday after school too.
Sorry kids, we can’t always do exactly what we want to do all the time. Sometimes doing things we don’t want to do is the best thing for us – take it from your mom!
Speaking of which, I need to get back to work.
My goal today is to get the freelance done, attend a long over-due dentist appointment, fit in the 20-min challenge and some hip stretches – hopefully before late evening, read some chapters in the new book club read I suggested so therefore must finish (Eligible), and another meditation session – then bed. I think it’s doable if I buckle down.
At Book Club the other night, over 6 open bottles of wine and way too many finger foods, a friend asked me if I wanted any of her chardonnay. I said, “No thanks, I’m not drinking anymore.” A few minutes later, she asked “Not anything? You don’t drink at all anymore?” with a tone of surprise. And I found myself saying something like “It just wasn’t helping. I don’t have space for it in my life right now.”
And honestly, I have no idea how I ever fit it in before.