Mashed Potatoes
I just had them for lunch...so I felt like making them my blog title. This has been one hell of a week. I had off Monday-Wednesday, but I didn't really get a day off. Monday I ran a ton of errands. Tuesday, Anne woke up with her "lump" hurting, so I decided to take her to the ER. They did some tests, determined it wasn't a cyst like we originally thought, but a "soft-tissue mass" of some sort. So, they admitted her and did surgery to remove the lump. She came home on Thursday. Since then, I've been working doubles. I feel so bad leaving her home recovering all alone.
I don't know what it is about me. I have to take care of everyone around me. It used to be something I admired in myself, then it became something I hated in myself. I grew to hate it because I was taking care of everyone else at the expense of myself, and that's not a way for anyone to live. Sometimes you have to be a little selfish.
It took me a long time and a lot of soul searching, but I ended up realizing that my "mother-hen" complex isn't necessarily a bad thing. It just means that I need to find time to focus on me too. I've also been trying to stop letting people walk all over me. I know most of my friends mean well, but being kind leaves you vulnerable to those who want to abuse your kindness. Still, I love myself too much to grow some tough exoskeleton. I like being me too much to want to become an ant.
I guess my point is just that we are all a work in progress. So far, I'm pretty happy with my progress.
(there is still an hour left of break, so I'm going to go read a book, and maybe put my head down for a bit)
xoxoxo
I don't know what it is about me. I have to take care of everyone around me. It used to be something I admired in myself, then it became something I hated in myself. I grew to hate it because I was taking care of everyone else at the expense of myself, and that's not a way for anyone to live. Sometimes you have to be a little selfish.
It took me a long time and a lot of soul searching, but I ended up realizing that my "mother-hen" complex isn't necessarily a bad thing. It just means that I need to find time to focus on me too. I've also been trying to stop letting people walk all over me. I know most of my friends mean well, but being kind leaves you vulnerable to those who want to abuse your kindness. Still, I love myself too much to grow some tough exoskeleton. I like being me too much to want to become an ant.
I guess my point is just that we are all a work in progress. So far, I'm pretty happy with my progress.
(there is still an hour left of break, so I'm going to go read a book, and maybe put my head down for a bit)
xoxoxo