This week I have been following through and doing things on the dreaded to-do list. Part of my chronic anxiety is I am a world class procrastinator. I dread seeing how little money we have in the checking account so I put off paying the bills. I’m anxious about leaving the house so we don’t have any food and need to order take out. Which doesn’t help the checking account balance. And the circle continues and continues and continues.
But just like anticipation of telling the swimming lesson lady I had a miscarriage was worse than the reality, so is doing stuff on the list. Completing these tasks have not only made me feel great, but helped me to realize it actually is easier to just do them rather than spend all my energy dreading them. I just hope I can remember this when I start to feel overwhelmed and shut down. But either way I am doing it now and damn it, that is a positive thing.
I’m not good at recognizing the positive, and clearly I don't write about it often. But even with the pain of the miscarriage there is a lot of good going on around here. I won’t bore you with the list. So how about some pictures of T and Z from the other night when I actually enameled for the first time since we moved here. It felt really good to do something creative and my boys were being particularly adorable that night. So. Short and sweet and positive today with a bunch of pictures…
I love how he clutches the sides of Z's head. Much better than grabbing the hair like he used to.
We put him near yummy drinks like Tung oil.
And we only give him the safest toys like wooden mallets.
And we carefully seat him near the edge of tables.
I do love these two.