I feel as if I am conditioning myself with drop therapy. I am forcing myself to be okay with saying no to things or requests (this is a life long battle it will take time), I make myself allow time for mornings with not getting dressed until we have to (my Grace is a homebody and I need to do this for her), ignoring outside pressures to live up to some ideal I can not and allowing for mess and chaos and just flowing with it (my husband needs this).
So yesterday Grace and I had a giant tea party in the kitchen she got more than 40 pieces of dishware out of the cupboards, filled my fiesta carafes with water, set up all of her stuffies and dolls, and threw the grandest kitchen floor tea party one has ever seen. And although it was hard for me to put aside my assembly line of lasagnas, I did it and we were late later on because of it but who cares sometimes, my girl needed me to bring crackers and polish to her tea party and so obliged and I did. I laid on the floor in between a bear and a dog and acted like a lady because you can't put all your crackers in your mouth at one time at a tea party...so says Grace.
I am learning to enjoy and relax and its hard but I will get there. I let her leave her tea party and giant fort up all day by the way.....and I my husband left it to because he knows about my quest, and he is the other half of this dynamic duo.
When I put Grace to bed she told we had a pretty good day except for the time she got a tiny bit grumpy and the other time she got a little bit sassy, she followed this by saying I was a little bit sassy to:) And this is why I love Grace shes always brutally honest.
And she knows how to throw a mean tea party as well;)