Today is all about simplifying your life. And mine. Because I don’t know if you could tell from my last few posts but I’ve been making my life harder than it needs to be. And I’ve come to this realization this week… I need to simply my life.
I’ve been trying to do everything. And do everything well. And I’m drowning. One morning I called my mom explaining to her, nearly in tears, how stressed and tired I was from everything. The past 24 hours consisted of a very fussy baby that required no less than 3 hours to try to rock him to sleep while he screamed in my ear; trying to fit a 30 minute workout in to try to meet my post pregnancy goals; breastfeeding on demand every 2-3 hours around the clock; two loads of laundry; and presenting my husband who has been working 13 hour overnight shifts all week with some homemade breakfast when he got home.
It’s too much. I’m trying to do too much. And why? For what? My fitness goals can be delayed. Who cares. The laundry can wait. Lord knows I live in dirty clothes anyway. And my husband most certainly does not need a homemade breakfast. Seriously. Let’s face it, he can go to McDonald’s for breakfast. Why do I care?
Why do we do this to ourselves? I know I’m not alone here. We don’t need to be everything. We don’t need to be good at things either. It’s okay that I don’t know what one cry from another means, right? It’s okay if I choose wine over a workout, right? It’s okay if I cook frozen pizza for dinner 3 nights in a row, right? It’s okay that my laundry sits in the washer for two days? And sits in the dryer for a week, right? It’s okay that the shirt I woke up in has spit up on it from two days ago, right? It’s okay if breastfeeding is making you crazy and the idea of using formula sounds good, right? It’s okay if you cry because you don’t know what you’re doing, right?
I vow to make my life more simple. To not over think these situations. To not feel obligated to make things look easy. It’s not easy. And it’s okay. From here on out, if I want to start supplementing with formula so I can relax… I will. I’m going to eat frozen meals every day because they are simple, not because they are nutritious. I am going to send a video of my baby crying to my sister so she can tell me what’s wrong with him from 300 miles away. And it’s okay.
And I’m starting now. With this post. Leaving it simple. Leaving. Now.