And yes, this just might be a brag blog post tonight, but that's just what I need. It seems that some days my medicine just isn't enough for my post partum depression.
I heard a radio show last night with Lorraine Pintus as a guest, talking about estrogen and progesterone. She described women's hormone to be like the ebb and flow of the ocean. Estrogen (energy) is like the rise in the tide. Progesterone reigns it in. When estrogen/energy gets to high, it can turn into anger. That pretty much explains my issue. .
I started the day pretty well. And with my attempt at potty training Bug. Peanut has an ear infection and when he got sleepy he got extremely fussy and was screaming in pain. Poor guy. Reminded me I need to take my medicine though. Then from there I just got sore and frustrated with potty training and then I got a headache. Gave up potty training. Too soon I think. Without realizing it, I spent my energy on quite a bit today, regardless how bad I felt. so I was ablle to avoid that energy becoming anger. Oh I vegged out on the couch during nap some too, but after rearranging my cabinets to be better organized and spacious, feeding/watering the chickens, picking the garden, and doing some laundry. Then Peanut sat on the counter with me while I made pickled banana peppers and started canning my green beans. I just got done, ended up with 24 cans.
If all that wasn't enough to make me feel super mom-ish, Hubby had a blowout on the way home from work and was running late, and for once I actually kept my cool with the kids. Peanut was happy, but Bug was very whiny. It was nearing bed time and daddy still wasn't home. When he did get home, we started the bath for the kids, but he had to use the bathroom. I managed to get both the kids bathed and out of the bath calmy, even diapered Bug while she brushed her teeth.
So as I fed and rocked Peanut to sleep I got to thinking about my day. My second batch of green beans was depressurizing and the third batch was ready to be processed. Sitting there, I felt like super mom, if only for a moment. I had gotten a lot accomplished and had happy younguns. No, dinner wasn't cooked, but only because we had plenty of leftovers that needed to be eaten.
I sat there and thought about everything. I raise children, chickens, cats, dogs, and a lovely garden. I clean a house, do the occasional handy work, and usually cook dinner. I love and care for my husband, and occasionally have to keep up with his to-do list as well.
It's a relief to be able to feel good about how my day went as a mom, but on those not so accomplished days, we still need to remember to compliment ourselves. Even if it's something as simple as you made a good lunch for the kids. We're moms. We have a lot of roles. We are the great multi-taskers that everyone relies on. There is a lot of pressure to do a lot of things, and do them well. Congratulate yourself for doing one of the most difficult jobs.
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