The stuff. Sometimes I feel crushed by the weight of it all. It’s not just the physical stuff–the piles of laundry, the toys everywhere, the dishes that fill the sink. It’s also the burden of paying bills on time, attempting to get “me” and “us” time in and, oh yeah, not messing up the raising of our tiny human. There are a few days when the pressure gets so great it almost immobilizes me and I feel like doing zero of the things; most days, however, I try to keep chugging along.
My motto for those days when I feel stressed out simply by being an adult? Do one thing every day.