I’m sure you’ve reached the point I am talking about. The point where feel like you just physically or mentally can’t anymore. When almost every little thing that happens is one inch away from sending you into a full out toddler tantrum. I’ve kinda reached that point this week. The thing is, there hasn’t been one single “bad” thing that has happened – for me it all boils down to the lack of “me time” I have gotten in. And while I know that sounds totally selfish, it’s how my whole being operates. You see, we haven’t been living at our house the past two weeks due to the bathroom remodel going on. Instead we have been staying with my parents who are the most amazing parents in the world and while I am so grateful to be able to be in their space for a few weeks, I miss home. I miss sleeping in my bed. I miss waking up and wandering out to the couch to drink my coffee. I miss coming home from work and unwinding with a glass of wine while sitting in peace and quiet.
While those are great options, my favorite has to be curled up on the couch watching some type of junk on TV while indulging in a Skinny Cow ice cream bar with no agenda but to make my way to the stick in the center and then preferably do it all over again.