Sometimes I forget that I'm not in this alone. I have a wonderful husband that is there by my side all the time. All I have to do is ask for help. The other day I was in tears because I couldn't get the printer working to print some pictures for Tyler's school project. When I told Gary about it, he asked me if I'd like him to print them at work. All I had to do was ask.
Sometimes I forget that my daughter is four. She acts so big and is so smart. When she acts impulsively and tackles her brother (11 mo. old and 18 lbs) I get upset with her. I forget she is only four and really doesn't understand cause & effect or safe vs. dangerous.
Sometimes I forget that my life is perfect. I try so hard all the time to be a perfect mom and perfect wife and perfect employee and perfect daughter. I really don't have to try so hard. It only stresses me out and everyone seems to be very happy with who I am.
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