So I know the first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem, but what's the next step? And the step after that? I can't stand a dirty house. I will stay up cleaning, and I literally cannot relax until my list of a million things is done...and my house is clean. Then, I get really stressed out and I crash, and I'm mean. The only thing worse than being too hard on yourself is being too hard on others, (especially those you love) and to tell you the truth I'm guilty! I took this picture, because I wanted to embrace the fact that I didn't clean the living room before Isla took her nap. I sat down with a book, and tried to read but couldn't, and got up and cleaned and took the burners off the stove and scrubbed the oven too. WHAT is wrong with me???
Do we even know this many people?
I made caramels, marshmellow nut clusters, and batch of brownies. Tim made mint brownies by default because I burnt the crap out of my hand stirring his peanut butter fudge (which he made totally on his own except for me stirring while he sprayed the pan with butter.)
I'm sorry but next year everyone is getting only marshmellow nut clusters, or I'm just buying boxes of chocolates! Ha!
Anyway, my soul really has been heavy. I want to simplify, but I feel like I'm fighting my own self to find balance. I guess it's a process...and yes, I'm very much aware of it so that's something, right?
3 comments:
I think we need to swap a little. My house is always dirty and yours is always clean! Those treats look delicious, but not worth the burned hand.
Oh my goodness Stacy, I feel so much the same. I hate being home in a dirty house or leaving a dirty house. That means I hate a dirty house. The thing is...I'm always in a hating mood because with how busy I am and trying to keep up with 3 kids and a husband, my house is never truly clean. I try to be organized but to be as organized as I want and take care of Owen, I get no sleep. Today I bought stuff to make fudge to take around and Josh asked me why I did that to myself. Good question?! I'm a frantic, stressed, and therefore mean, overachiever. Sounds to me like you are too. If you find a solution, let me know!
Not that I am happy someone else suffers from high expectation disease, I am just glad to know that I am not the only one. I have felt the same exact way. I can't even go to bed if things aren't in their place and everything is perfect. I really need to relax and quit being so hard on myself. However, it is easier being said than done. I really struggle with being super woman! I am glad I have a understanding husband that puts up with my craziness. It just gets worse as your kids grow and do projects and go from one mess to another. I feel like I am constantly behind them picking up after them. I am so mean all the time and I worry that I am ruining my kids and I will end up on Dr. Phil one day! If you find out how to fix it let me know!
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