Things I Know Are True:
Jimi loves me.
My parents love me. Family - aunts, uncles, cousins - I have people who love me.
I am a great mother.
My girls are amazing miracles full of wonder and delight and I am so lucky to get to be their mom.
I am smart.
I am pretty.
I am a good person.
I'm working this week on trying to not worry about things that I cannot control. On setting boundaries. On remembering things that are true, and not allowing myself to hold space for things that are not.
Starting tomorrow, I've got to start working on my temper, too.
I'm angry, a lot. Way more than I probably reasonably should be. For no good reason, usually. Today, I couldn't find my tennis shoes. They weren't where I thought I'd left them. So I tried to look under the pile of dirty clothes on the floor by the bedroom door. And i got mad at Jimi because there are three hampers full of his clean clothes right there, but no empty hamper for dirty clothes. And so i threw the pile of dirty clothes into the middle of the bedroom floor, searching for my missing shoes that were not under the pile of dirty clothes, which only made me more mad. There were tears. I yelled. Jimi told me to leave the house because he just couldn't even with me. Geneva told me she didn't want me to be angry. My heart broke, but I still had all of this fire inside, this madness that I needed to get out somehow, but breaking windows isn't an option and i can't really throw things at all because moms don't do those things and so I stomp and make passive aggressive comments under my breath toward my husband and my kids who aren't doing anything wrong at all, mostly I'm mad that they're just like me, leaving shit laying around and not picking up after themselves and not being very good housekeepers in general. Maybe my life's problems would be solved with a housekeeper. But probably not.
I got mad last Saturday night over pizza. It was 9 o'clock, i'd just put a frozen pizza in the oven, thinking I had at least an hour before Geneva would want to go to bed - Uncle J was over! as soon as I set the timer, she was hollering for milkies and ready to sleep. I told Jimi I had a pizza in the oven and asked him to check it when the timer when off, then disappeared with G for our bedtime ritual. An hour later, Jimi was waking me up, telling me my pizza was done... oh, I was so mad! Why did he wait 40 minutes to get me - he knows I fall asleep when i'm trying to get her down! I stomped into the kitchen, pausing to look into the living room and see that Cora was still awake. Awesome. And then I saw my pizza, lukewarm and not fully cooked. I turned the toaster oven back on and put it back in, but i was seeing red. Uncle J left at some point, and apparently I freaked him out so much he asked Jimi later if I've ever hit him. I haven't. I'm not violent, just loud. Not even yelling-at-other-people loud, and I certainly don't call names or anything like that. I do stomp, though. and slam stuff around. and lately i'm prone to bursting into tears for very miniscule reasons.
I need to get a hold of myself. this sort of behavior is not acceptable, as I would say to Geneva.
My head gets all cluttered. There's so much - work, home, kids, husband, family, myself! - so much to do and remember and think about all the time. So many balls to juggle. When I drop one, or fear I may drop one, I'm so hard on myself, believing, in the moment of fear and anxiety, things that are not true, worrying myself to the point of a sick stomach about things that haven't happened, things that probably won't happen.
Every woman I talk to about this says, "Me too. Yes. I understand. I know." That helps. It really does. It doesn't fix it, but it eases my mind. It's not just me. Maybe I'm not losing my mind. Maybe I'm not crazy as a loon. Maybe every little thing really is gonna be alright.
Jimi is awesome. I know I say that a lot, and I take it for granted a lot, but when times get tough, he's always right there with the right words, and the truth. He's really good at telling the truth, even if it's something I may not want to hear. I love that about him. It makes me feel safe, because I know that he is honest with me so we can always be on equal footing. I don't always give him that same courtesy because I think by not speaking my mind i'm sparing his feelings, but then I end up acting like an asshole and the whole thing becomes way bigger than it needed to be or would have been if i'd just told him what was bothering me in the first place. I'm working on that too, as part of my boundary-setting/worrying about things I can control exercise. Jimi and I have had some really good talks on our way to work this week, and he's offered some introspections I hadn't considered - like how everything in my life is different today from how it was three years ago. Hell, from a year ago! I've had another baby, we have a willful toddler, my job changed entirely when I returned from maternity leave in January, and it's only gotten more stressful since. That's a lot. There are a lot of stressful situations I've been facing all at once, and it's no wonder the pressure is starting to catch up with me.
One thing at a time.
Don't worry about it if you can't change it.
Change what you can.
Do your best.
What are you really upset about?
What is the root cause of your frustration?
What can you do to change the situation?
Is this reaction setting a good example for the girls?
It is okay to tell someone what your boundaries are.
It is okay to remind them if they forget and cross your boundaries.
It is okay to have boundaries.
Boundaries are not rude or mean.
You cannot control the emotions of others.
It is okay if someone doesn't like you.
Remember how lucky you are.
Remember the good in your life,
add it up - there is so much.