Tuesday, April 18, 2017

The Struggle is Real

Its Tuesday. Its almost 7pm. And right now, all I want to do is go to bed. 

The struggle is real. 

My kitchen sink is over flowing with dishes and I refuse to clean them since I am not the one who used them. 

The struggle is real. 

There are clothes all over my bedroom floor- majority of which I did not put there and I am dreading having to pick them up and wash all of them. 

The struggle is real. 

I have about 5 baskets of laundry that are clean and need folded that I just don't have the energy to do. 

The struggle is real.

I wanted to go to the gym tonight... but here I am sitting, sipping on my wine and typing up a blog post. 

The struggle is real. 

I am currently sitting outside watching my baby girls playing. My husband fixing the driveway. My dog sunbathing.

I am trying to enjoy the moments of my day and not wish them away. 

I am trying to relax and not let my anxiety get the best of me... which today has been hard. My fingers are paying for it.  I have found every little piece of dry skin and picked and picked and picked till either it hurt or bled or both.  My foot and leg haven't stopped twitching.  And even now as I am trying to just relax... I feel my fingers and want to pick. It takes all I have not to pick them... and then that makes feel even more anxious.  Its like a never ending battle that I can't seem to win.  But I need to try one way or another.  

Blessings N Love
Overthinking Mama

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