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They're friends..right?

One of the things I got from those numerous self-help books I borrowed, was that I should take time to reconnect with friends (or at least that's what I interpreted it as). So last weekend I had a few friends over for tea. I guess it's ok if they had to bring their own teacups right? I mean, they're friends. That should be ok. I suppose it wasn't so good that I also asked one guest to bring tea (special yummy decaf chai - but that's beside the point). But still, they're friends right? That should be ok. So what if the house wasn't quite in the state I'd planned and my dead anniversary roses were still in the vase prominently displayed.

You know....there is something very liberating about not being held to my own standards. (I think for sure that this stay-at-home gig is curing my of my "perfectionism".)

In the vein of doing things for myself, I decided to take a holiday today. How does one actually take a holiday when one is responsible for an 18-month old who likes to climb? Well for me, that meant not doing anything constructive during his nap time. Specifically, it meant eating some bad dessert, reading a magazine I'd bought from the checkout aisle at the grocery and taking a nap without brushing my teeth! It was awesome! But like all holidays, it ended too soon.

Now I don't usually take a nap when the baby naps - I already have a messed up sleep cycle at night, I don't need to sabotage myself even further by napping in the day. Today I treated myself, and woke up sluggish, in some sort of afternoon stupor, unable to do anything productive. A total write-off.

Ah well, tomorrow is another day to conquer the many mountains I have constructed in my head.

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