Right. I have retreated to bedroom with cuppa and box of Co-Op irresistable cookies, and a tired bad mood. So lets do this!
I deserve to wake up and not feel wiped out.
My family deserves an atmosphere that greets the day.
We need food to nurture our souls and our cells.
We need our space, to feel able to spread our wings [but fly home safely right after]
Our family has a right to feel enabled and supported by society, work, school and family. Not constricted, held back and controlled.
Our minds need an ordered clutter free space to move around in. That's inside our heads and inside our homes.
I deserve to feel good about providng these thngs. Not guilty for not providing them well enough.
It's hard! I keep trying to moan/lay the guilt on myself.
I could do it, I could love love my life if I didn't wake up so tired I could cry. Actually last week I woke up and did cry I was so tired. I haven't done that since I was in my early 20's! I am blessed and have no actual problems as such, and so I must take greater pleasure in the simple acts of providing the thngs I value.
Where's that big bag-o-guilt I used to have???