So far, the time in the new apartment has been good for me. My spirit has been renewed and I have, for the most part, gotten out of my rut.
But today is different.
I feel the sadness knocking at the door.
As sun-drenched as my apartment is, today feels like a more internal day. It is on a day like this that I am grateful for the playroom and the non-tiny apartment.
I am grateful not to be living in a cave anymore, so it doesn’t seem as bad.
It might be exhaustion – literally… I have been working so hard on the new apartment that there are days I barely sit down (not to mention our last chair is on the verge of breaking).
I actually have a good time just moving about the house, baking, cooking, cleaning, playing with the kids and doing a decent amount of daydreaming.
The sadness creeps in when I feel as if I need to be doing it all, and let’s face it – I live in New York and the moms who look like they do it all are everywhere, so it is nice to remember that you don’t.
This article made a coincidental appearance on my Twitter feed as I was writing this, so it felt right to share.
So I’m going to take a little break today… less obligatory housewife and more meditator, more relaxed … me.