So I will admit, I have judged/laughed at/mocked people who read self help books.
But now I’m reading/skimming one.
I don’t expect massive revelation and life altering epiphanies, just a few laughs and sensible writing to let me know I haven’t totally gone off the deep end.
Here’s what I’m coming to realize:
My home is a mess. Guests do not generally rate a scramble to clean or organize. If you don’t like, you clean it. I am tired and busy. The little time I get to myself is not going to be spent playing June Cleaver. I am ok with this. I am not above bribing family members into doing it for me.
I am allowed to put the baby down. If she’s asleep, she doesn’t need me to hold her. Her emotional well-being is not at risk if she sleeps in her bed. In fact, this is preferred because although I love her, I would like her to continue sleeping in her own bed as she gets older.
I am not a bad mother/wife/person for taking time out for myself. If I am rested, relaxed, and calm, I will be more patient, sane and organized. What’s the downside?
People are fucking morons. Well meaning, but stupid.