Today the baby is seven weeks old and I changed the sheets on our bed. Not for the first time since I gave birth, I think I’ve done it four times now? But before the baby I was a “change the sheets weekly” type of person. I was also a journaling type of person. Please don’t think that means I was a put together person. No those were just small things I did to make myself feel put together.
So yes. I’ve changed the sheets on our bed. This has made me feel pretty accomplished today. It’s one of the things I’ve worked on in therapy: accepting that I won’t get everything I want to get done, done. And finding victories in the little things. I think that’s extra important in dealing with a newborn where some days all I have accomplished is sleeping when she sleeps and not fucking crying. And it’s extra-extra important when all this is going down during an actual global pandemic.
Some days I’m not gonna do everything I want to do. I won’t get to go on that walk I keep telling myself I’m gonna do. I’m not gonna finally unpack that baby swing. I’m not gonna get to play Animal Crossing for hours on end. But I did get to change the sheets on the bed. And that’s enough for now.
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