There is something that I feel really guilty of admitting...
Relaxing is so very often...REALLY REALLY HARD.
I was reminded of this over the weekend. Baby daddy took both kiddies out of the house Sunday to try and give me some rest time.
He looked me in the eye as he piled the girls in the car and told me to "please use this time to rest", which is his way of also saying, "Try not to work".
The family had left and I had the house and a Sunday to myself
I laid in bed for a long moment, overwhelmed with the choice... and after a solid wander around a very well-lived-in house (which involved picking up toys, putting nappies in the dryer, and un-packing then re-packing the dishwasher), I then jumped on the computer and stayed there, because that's what felt comfortable. (We also had a Black Friday sale and the backend process needed some serious tending too... thank you to...
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times,
it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness,
it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity,
it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness,
it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair."
- Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
I read the above and it makes me think a lot about what's going on at the moment.
I was not sure how to share my thoughts on this matter, as it's so present and huge and feels almost out of body to consider it with my privilege.
I am thankful for all the best of times in my own personal life, but sometimes I lay in bed and wonder, why me?
What is going on for humans who are also mothers, fathers, sisters, and brothers, sounds too horrendous, almost fiction, when we read about it on our smartphones...
What makes these innocent lives so different from ours?
And how do we now have the...