I thought I was doing okay, that maybe my PND was no more. But an early start combined with needy, clingy and loud children made me question that.
This morning I found myself feeling exhausted, snappy and on edge. I wanted to cry and shout and absolutely dreaded the hours we had until we could leave for playgroup.
Sometimes I feel so outnumbered that it stresses me out too much. Other times I revel in the young family we are.
I’m trying to learn that there will always be not so great moments but they don’t have to turn into a spiral.
I’m trying to let myself feel and deal with negative emotions without becoming overwhelmed by them.
I’m trying to give myself a pat on the back for holding it together when all I wanted to do was go to bed.
I’m trying to remember that I’m just a person, at home alone, with three young children and that they’re clean, fed, dressed and playing.
I’m going to work on cutting myself some slack, because as long as I keep trying then I know I’m on the right track.