I miss having a clean “adult house”. These days I feel like I’m living with Aidan as his things take over our living space. But right now as I type this I have a new appreciation for the mess and here is why …
I appreciate it because my son is here to make it, as simple as that. On Saturday which was international pregnancy and infant loss awareness day I heard of the passing of one of Aidan’s classmates and it hit me hard.
It’s almost the end of the year…time for some stock taking. Do you do that? do you ever just think…okay here is where I am at? Well I do…
I’ve decided that it’s time I become a better parent.
Time I take things more seriously and stop winging it. I’m not talking about Aidan. I’m actually doing pretty okay there *knock on wood and don’t quote me when he messes up*.
I’m wanting to parent myself, because turns out that although I can be trusted to look after a three-year-old, the 31- year-old isn’t doing so well.
Sometimes life gets real…
I deal with anxiety every day of my life, it’s just part of the day to day…. but sometimes it gets too much.
