Last night I was heating up leftovers for our supper. I said to Adam, “Sometimes I want us to have kids, but other times I’m really, really glad we don’t. This is one of those times.”
“Why?” He said, likely thinking, what sort of nutty thing is she going to say now?
I said, “I’m just tired right now, and I don’t really want to deal with anything. And if you’re a parent you kind of have to.”
In the world of social media, blogs, constant news and entertainment on the TV, and all that, I think it’s easy to feel like everyone else is go-go-go, never resting. Especially if you are self-employed or want to be, or have a side project that you do in your spare time. I often feel that “voice in my head” going: “why aren’t you doing more?! You should be more motivated, you should be more like so-and-so. Keep your house cleaner, squeeze more productivity into every spare minute, try harder!”
But… yeah. No.
I get tired. I watch silly shows on TV. I say “fuck it” about things, let them go. I take pride in my work, too, but I am not perfect. By no means.
Here’s a song I listen to when I need a positive bouncy dance in the kitchen, like this morning when I’m going to get a whack of dishes done before heading to school, dishes I’ve been ignoring for a few days. I’ll be powered mainly by loud music. Go Friday!