I spent the day at work, getting things ready for a crazy hectic week.We’re short staffed, and as a manager, I try to keep the stress from overburdening my team. Yes, I know it’s Sunday.
My son’s room is clean. The living room is neat. The kitchen is nice enough to cook in, and I’ve got laundry in the dryer. By contrast, my clothes are piled up on the bed, I’ve eaten dinner standing up five nights running, and I need a hair cut, a manicure, a pedicure, an annual checkup and a dermatologist. Honestly, I don’t know when I’ll get around to taking care of me. I know, we’re supposed to help ourselves first, and then take care of the passengers of life around us, but honestly? I can’t do it. I’m just not programmed that way. My gym card is growing dusty in my wallet while my backside is growing wider.
Do you take care of yourself, mom? Do you mother the mother, or do you neglect her?
I hope you’re taking care of yourselves out there. I’m going to take a long, soothing bath with something that smells good.
Christina
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