Today, I was drowning.
This is a typical occurrence in January with this family in this house.
Is there such a thing as PTSD due to Christmas mess?
I’m sitting here by myself, the family still crashed out cold, almost literally suffocating.
I can’t even…
Let’s play…where’s Waldo. Or, in this case, where’s the girl. 🙄
The title is a hint.
I’m in a horrible mood. 😡😤😵
I think I’m ready.
Ready for them all to go back to their regular routine, out of the house, so I can get back to mine.
(Sorry, I just don’t have anything else on my brain at the moment…regular writing will resume next week.)
About a week ago I started seeing a physio-therapist to help me deal with some muscle tension in my neck, right arm and upper back.
When the kids are small, there is a general acceptance that you will drown in plastic toys. You try to order and organize things, and eventually you give up by
admitting justifying that ‘at least they’re creative’ and ‘at least they’re playing with their stuff’.
It all has its time and place, so to speak. We all move beyond the mountain of toys, eventually.