My husband has this thing he likes to say, in a cheerful voice, accompanied by an uber-fake smile and a thumbs up. He says: “My hopes are high, and my expectations are low!” LOL. Usually it makes me laugh. But not always. Because my expectations are high. Like. Reeeal high.
K, raise your hand if you have ever known someone who *liked* to do laundry. Anyone? Any takers? …*crickets chirping, as NO ONE raises a hand* … …Well, I HAVE. YUP! Ding-ding-ding! It’s… My Mom!!! Haha, I’m being dramatic. I actually love that my Mom likes doing laundry. In fact,
I spend a LOT of energy on self-care. I have daily self-care rituals, I read self-care articles, I share self-care tips on Instagram, Heck, this whole blog is a form a self-care! But you know what? I still have nights when I find myself completely overwhelmed, burnt out, weepy, irritable…
Violet is almost 18 months old, and I was just reflecting about how much she’s grown (emotionally and physically) since her birthday! It’s amazing! And so I wanted to share a little birthday tradition we started: the night before her birthday, I wrote her a letter with a list of