Enough is enough.

Recently my husband told me I over think every little comment.

I realized it today, of course I do. I over think. I overwork.  I stretch myself thin. Thinner than I should. Thinner than you should. Thinner than anyone should. Why? Because I have that title now: mom. Do-oer of everything. I make bottles. I make giggles appear when tears are trying to fight their way in. I take the dog out. I make dinner. I make coffee (and lots of it). I work 9 hours a day. I make customers smile. I make co-workers happy. I sleep 4 hours or less, I survive.

 

My brain moves faster than I can describe. My legs wish they could keep up. Working a few days, I found myself covered in dirt & dust trying to assist customers, begin deep spring cleaning, organizing, etc. All the while, I had the help I needed but chose to do it myself because it would get done when I said & exactly to my expectations. It hit me. I'm bringing myself down. Stop overdoing it. Stop demanding so much of myself and others.

STOP STOP STOP.

Tomorrow is my day. No coffee. No make up. No pulling myself thin. Tomorrow is my day to say NO.

(Okay, well maybe I'll wear the make up)