I wrote this a few weeks ago but didn't want to post it. But, after talking about it with some friends, I thought it would be good to share it. To show you all that life here isn't always perfect...
I recently wrote about all the things I do (here) and how I manage to achieve everything I want to in a day.
Now, it's time to tell you the other side of the story.
That is, it doesn't always work.
There are great days, wonderful weeks, where everything falls into place like clockwork. They are the times I love, the days I fall asleep happy at the thought of everything I have achieved.
Then there are times like I've been having this week.
My brain is in overdrive, not with wonderful, inspiring, coherent thoughts. No. With random, muddled, frustrating semi-thoughts.
The house is a mess. There is stuff everywhere. The floors are dirty. The washing is piling up.
I haven't cooked in days. Lucky I have a husband who enjoys cooking and has made sure meals are on the table.
And writing? Work? Well, it's getting done. Slowly. I'm not very productive when my befuddled thoughts get in the way.
Why? Why do I have weeks like this?
Is it because I'm getting less help with Abbey? Is it because she's sick or clingy or grumpy? Maybe because of some other outside factor?
I've come to realise that it's just me. I do this to myself. It comes from all the pressure I put on myself.
No one else is pressuring me. Not one person in my life is being demanding or pushing me for more.
It's just me. I'm overwhelmed by my own expectations.
And it takes a lot to overwhelm me.
I'll get over it soon and be back to my usual happy self. But there's the truth for you - how do I do it? Well, I don't always.