Chronically Parenting
After a week where my anxiety has made even the simplest of tasks into a mountain, and my pain and exhaustion have been hard to control, I have dreamt up a multitude of negative self-flagellating posts. I wouldn’t say that I am particularly hard on myself, but more that I have a fervent desire to maintain certain standards, and this sensibility goes directly against the very heart of pacing, and, though I am yet to embrace it, against self-compassion. I am - therefore - constantly disappointed by my limitations, particularly with regards to parenting our two boys. I could focus on the fact that I cannot get up in the mornings in time to be of any use. My darling husband does not complain at me - he know that it isn’t my choice, and it isn’t laziness - but I wish that it were a bit easier to get going so that I can support him. I could also focus on the evening routine, with meal preparation and bathtime a significant struggle, not to mention my utter inability to contribute t...