Last night I had a plan for how my morning was going to go. It went tits up, which cause anxiety. Lots of anxiety, which makes me irritable.
Part of it, was because I couldn’t get done what I wanted. Then my son wanted to do his letters with me. I hate the fact that I literally have to scream at my own brain to say what is more important loading the damn dishwasher or playing with your own son.
And it is important for me to do those sort of things with my son while he still thinks its fun. There are sometimes where you need to say, I will play in ten minutes after I have finished doing x,y and z, this was not one of them.
But the problem I found was my anxiety was getting worse, and so was my irritablity and you know what? When my son went to pre school, I got everything done and the world didn’t end.
Still got that horrible anxious feeling though