It's been a very swashbuckley morning over here today, and I just can not get enough of Oliver's getup. Pirate headband, footie pajamas, snake-dinosaur tail (with attached compass) and Lightning McQueen crocs? Are you kidding me right now? If only we could keep this unabashed just-because-I-like-it fashion sense well into adulthood, imagine how much more fun the streets would look as people strolled along. I love it so so much it's scary. Though Theodore probably should learn a bit more socially acceptable fashion sense, as his most common choice is his birthday suit. Or his birthday suit... and a hat. Which is all well and good while you're at home, but doesn't translate well into the civilized outside world.
Last night I went in for my therapy session with Sarah, and gosh darnit if I don't just love her. I know I'm paying her to listen to me, and make me feel like my feelings are validated, but I'd like to just send everyone I know to a Good Listening 101 course taught by this girl. It is like my soul taking a shower and then a hot aromatherapy bath. I come out of there feeling so cleansed and refreshed. I even hugged her at the end (after asking if it was allowed.) She wants to see me again next week, just me, because she feels my issues are slightly more urgent than Matt's, or the ones that we share. She had some interesting input on some choices we should think about making in our life, and gave me some very big stuff to think about.
One key piece of advice she gave me, though, was that I need to breathe compassion into my core, into my soul. I need to start addressing the different parts of me that take over when things get stressful or overwhelming, the parts that are trying to protect me by making me afraid and insecure. I need to address them and say "It's okay. I've got this." She said the parts will never go away, because everybody has them, but they shouldn't be so loud the longer I work at it. I love love love it. Love it.
I've spent the morning baking today while the kids helped messed up my house. I made another batch of my (seriously all time favourite ever) chocolate avocado cookies to last me the rest of the week, and whipped up a very tiny batch of xylitol cupcakes as a surprise for a friend this evening. We're both attending the same 2-year-old's birthday party, and she has a glucose intolerance, but it just breaks my heart to think about someone watching everyone else eat cake without being able to indulge. Sweets are my most favourite thing, and I just can't stand by and let this happen. So I made her some cupcakes. With stevia-cream cheese-buttercream frosting. Sssh. Don't tell her!
Both kids are napping, and now it's time for my daily nap debate to commence. Maybe a cup of tea and a cookie first would make the decision easier. Likely.
But for now, thank you. It's okay. I've got this.
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