Sea air
I’ve been in a funk these past couple of days.
I’m tired and crabby and crabby and tired.
I came back from Canberra itching to get back into the swing of things but found myself a little overwhelmed with e v e r y t h i n g so instead of doing anything i’ve done nothing at all.
We slept in this morning and I was mortified when the youth worker rocked up at 9 am to take The Kid out for the day and we were all still in bed.
I raced around like a mad woman and ended up standing on my drive way in my nighty with wild hair and yesterdays makeup halfway down my face apologising again and again to the nice youth worker that had been sitting in our driveway for half an hour. *I realised moments later as they drove away I had not given The Kid breakfast OR his medication.
I fail at parenting.
Best Friend must be in tune with my feelings more than I am and arranged for a get together at the bay with the kids, our fishing rods and fish and chips by the sea.
It was windy and cool and while the kids ran and played the adults sat, ate and talked I felt the anxiety melt away.
I think doctors should prescribe sea air for hormonal women.
It could cure the worst cases i’d think…
