I’m feeling a bit low today and, with that, unusually lethargic.
One of the things I promised myself when I realised that I was struggling with post-partum depression was to let go of a few things. I am a control freak perfectionist by nature and, by Christ, if I wasn’t going to make sure my children and my house were perfect when I became a stay at home mum even if my own life was falling apart.
This may have been one of the things leading to my downfall (aside from the all encompassing hormonal swings and devastating tiredness that a new baby brings). So in an effort to make life easier for myself, even if it made it harder for those around me, I let things slide a bit.
But now I wonder if I have taken it a bit too far. This morning, in my thinking-it-was-Friday-and-realising-it-was-only-Thursday funk (see it doesn’t take much) I set the children up with the game Pop Up Pirate and settled down to catch up with some online friends. An hour later (God, how utterly perfect my children are sometimes) I realised I hadn’t done any of the chores, changed any nappies or taken the dogs out. I hadn’t even thought about the handsome baker at the bakery we had meant to visit this morning. That’s how distracted I was.
In my lethargy, I even struggled to think about food for today so I got our afternoon tea and evening meal of leftovers out of the freezer. So for the first time in three years I have basically done nothing towards the good of the community today.
Yup, I’m a slacker. And it feels good.
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