the small things. the deadlines, the imperfect mashed potatoes at dinner, the car troubles, the running errands. these are the things i obsess over. i sit up at night and my mind jumps on the hamster wheel, murmuring to itself over and over until i finally fall asleep in just enough time to wake up exhausted. i find myself on a phone call with a person i am not all that close to and i end up spilling out all of my worries, my hands flailing around the room. she is a generous ear, this one. and i apologize and thank her all at once and she offers me the best advice. the thing i needed to hear.
so maybe you need to hear it, too.
know your boundaries. honor them. know that it is not your responsibility to fix everything. to love and help someone does not mean you have take on all of the energy thrown at you. you will not survive if you do. take care of yourself.
i am home (sort of) alone. the baby is napping. bryan's 13 year old son is visiting and he and finn are with my father in law for the entire morning. bryan is at work. i have iced coffee and a dvr full of episodes of 'the closer.'
these are my coping mechanisms.
these are my boundaries.