I'm giving myself a mom grade. Not as bad as some, but a long way to go to a B+. Whenever she's difficult, I feel that I could have prevented it. Maybe read another book to her; insisted on "naptime"; or more fruits and veggies. Tonight I got in the van and calmly drove to recycle newspaper. Good, except she was in the shower crying because of baby shampoo in her eye and wouldn't let me rinse it. I took my phone, waved to a bewildered husband and DROVE AWAY. I did answer his prompt call and returned after dropping off newspaper. The problem here was a lack of endurance. A really long zoe-day and I don't know how to train for those. I'm aware of the problem, but not sure how to fix it. Let's hope I'm on my game tomorrow.
If only it had an off switch; my mind. It is noisy and cluttered and I can feel it in my stomach and in my throat. I'm all one piece, after all. If I could disconnect, I'd be in a quiet, comfortable place. Alas, I am entwined, and so I must breathe slowly-deeply. I will get to quiet and calm if I can only breathe. Be still, mind; silence to this mortal temple in which I reside. May you too have peace and be blessed. And do not forget to breathe.
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