--caring for my son
--maintaining my two "real" jobs
--caring for my boyfriend
--caring for myself
There are more items that I could add to this list but it would literally take me all day so I'll spare you the gross details.
The truth is, I am stressed out. There I said it. I've had enough and I want to freak out. So what do I do? I go to my favorite freak out place: the bathroom.
One very wise mother of two turned me on to this fantastic space to cry in. Some people swear by screaming into a pillow, throwing things. I say go to the bathroom, take a shower and cry your eyes out. It works for me!
So next time you feel like you are going to loose your mind. Give your child to someone you trust and go cry in the bathroom!
Eek. I'm going to pretend I never read this!
ReplyDeleteTrust me, though, the kids get bigger and - eventually - it DOES get better!
Awww! Sometimes you have to do what you have to do!! Feel good!
ReplyDeleteThe bathroom was my sanctuary when I was growing up because it was the only room in the apartment with a lock on the door.
ReplyDeleteI imagine it is like this in a lot of houses.
Also the tiles were cold and calming to lie on.
At least you didn't freak out at the chief of cardiology at a major hospital. Although now we are BFFs.
ReplyDeleteI agree that the bathroom is one of the few escapes one has, adult or child. I used to came telephone calls in the hall closet.
ReplyDeleteI remember you telling me about the glorious nature of the hall closet. And the apple cider you created in there...
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