They're so smart, it's like they know when I'm feeling weak and vulnerable. They're always good, my girls, but some days are harder than others and it always seems those are the days they're running on ever ready batteries.
I think the main cause of most of my angst, frustration and stress is that I simply can't accept less is best. I find it hard to accept that I can't do everything and just live with it. I wake up setting a list of tasks for myself, a list so long that I can wind myself into knots as I wake stressing about all I HAVE to do. I don't HAVE to do most of it. I HAVE to get food into the house and cook it. I HAVE to feed the girls with said food, but aside from that, there isn't a lot I HAVE to do, just a lot I WANT to do. I find it hard to accept that I can't do it all.
We made these lemon yoghurt cupcakes, very messy - they disappeared after the beaters were licked clean. How old do your children need to be before they start sticking around for the cleaning up part?
I need to accept that I can't do it all, prioritise more and hopefully, relax along with it.