I keep reminding myself that all we have to do for a while is keep two children alive. It doesn’t have to be pretty and my kitchen doesn’t have to be clean. But I feel so much better when it is…like the newborn chaos is a bit more manageable if I can actually see the kitchen counter. And days when I blow dry my hair? Bliss.
It’s a fine balance, letting go of perfection while allowing yourself simple luxuries of the old “normal”.
This has been a hard week. But we made it and we don’t have to do it again. So I can say with tired yet dogged hope that we will continue surviving.
In the meantime, I’m gonna soak up the moments that make it all worthwhile.