- I am not good at self care.
- I am not good at not being good at things.
- I know in my head that in order to be a good mom, a good wife, and a good friend, I need to be good to myself also.
- But I don't necessarily know how to do that.
- I mean, last week I bought myself a slice of chocolate cake at the grocery store. And that made me pretty darn happy.
- But what I'm talking about is finding things to do that make me feel like a real, whole person, and not just someone's mom.
- People tell me the solution is to find something to do that's just for me, to do something I enjoy, and I get more and more frustrated.
- And I'm realizing that's because I don't know what to do.
- And when I think about it, this is a problem that goes back much further than my tenure as a mom.
- What I really need is a good hobby. And a passion. And an interest. Y'know, if you see any of those just kind of lying around.
- On Thursday, I got so frustrated with my own lack of self care that I laced up my shoes, threw the baby in my BRAND NEW Baby Jogger (thanks, DH), and went for a run.
- With a hacking, phlegmy cough and a potential fever. I got to the end of the block and turned around before my lungs exploded.
- Have I mentioned I'm not so good at this yet?
