I feel like I made some pretty good progress for myself today.
#1. I sat down next to my daughter (roman and Emery napping) and ate lunch with her. (I didn't know people really ate lunch. Have I ever eaten lunch as an adult?!? I don't think so.) But I ate. Her words?... "It's really fun mom that we get to eat all these snacks together. Isn't it so fun we can do this together!?" Broke my heart I've never eaten lunch with her. Rarely dinner. I make it. They eat it. I watch. :( Seems sad.
#2. While we were eating lunch together the vacuum was out. Some toys were on the floor. Counter needed to be wiped. But I just said "hell with it." And sat with her. Even when she knocked her bowl of salsa across the room my OCD panic/anxiety about a completely clean house managed to stay low and I truly found it wasn't a big deal. That it's ok to live life.
So bottom line: I'm proud of myself for...
A) eating
B) not having a panic attack cause the counter was dirty.
A little at a time right? At least I'm trying. I never realized how much I am just like me dad. Ha! Love you dad!
10:07 p.m. - 2013-08-15
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