For whatever reason, this week, it's been a little harder for me to get up to my alarm.
I'm sleeping in a bit.
Instead of waking up between 5 and 5:30 like I did pre-corona, and early on in quarantine, I'm squashing my alarm, multiple times over, and not rising till close to 6:30.
Instead of having a few quiet minutes to myself, getting myself together and dressed and making school lunches like I was each morning pre-corona, or stretching, exercising, and attempting some yoga, like I was early on in quarantine, I'm just straight up snoozin'.
And I started to get frustrated with myself, asking myself what's been different about this week that I can't get up in time to give myself a little self-care in the form of doing things to stay physically healthy.
But then I realized this.
Sleeping in some days, it is self-care.
Sleeping in some days is a way to maintain or boost my mental and emotional health.
Sleeping in some days is just what the doctor ordered.
Neither you or I need to be perfect every day. By that, I mean spending our quarantined days being an exercise, Pinterest-crafting, chef-in-the-making, Suzy homemaker, Teacher of the Year, World's Best Employee Queen.
We just have to make it to the end of the day, however that looks for us, and however, we get there.
I'm surely not winning any awards over here in the motherhood, wife, writing or house department, but I'm also not losing, 'cause I haven't given up on any of it, and that, in itself, is a win.
Take each day as it comes, and do the same with your response to it and that of your spouse and children. The days are anxiety-provoking and a bit monotonous, and our emotions these days, they are all over the place.
Let them be.
Let you be.
Just let it all happen, do the best you can, and trust that it is plenty ENOUGH.