Off the hook

This picture is me when I threw up my hands a few minutes ago and metaphorically said "Fuck it!" and let my children do screen time early. We aborted the attempt to walk the dog after she tackled C to eat his Cheese-It's. The incident caused enough wailing and gnashing of teeth that I wisely admitted defeat. I am officially letting myself off the hook. We did a project with sunflowers and paint, we ate or food and drank our medicines (me included), we built Mario characters out of clay until C had a meltdown because his Yoshi was unacceptable. I'm going to either work on my grant writing course or take pictures of bugs in the garden or run up and down my street within shouting distance of my children (not me shouting at them - if they need me they can shout. Just so we're clear).

Two days ago, I interviewed for a volunteer board position at a local nonprofit focusing on resiliency. Ironically, I cried during the interview and talked about my bug photography hobby and internal family systems. I'm not sure whether that speaks to the fact that I'm resilient or that I need to work on my resilience, but either way, at least I was transparent!