Sometimes

The little red riding hood of fungi just down the track in the bush next to us

Sometimes I need to leave the kitchen, the children and the head on rush to 8am just for my own sanity , If I don’t - heres what happens - tighter and tighter my nervous system, more and more barks at children in micro managing style - totalitarian dictates about what food, which child wearing what, doing what?

What?

Yes, If you are a parent you will relate in some way. Reminds me of the years early in my life running my business - I had no idea how to ask for a certain task to be done and then get out the way for staff to do it - remember how righteously angry I was hearing them laugh over the meme of the double rainbow man - confronting them in my pent up annoyance - only to turn my back and have it begin again, how we ask for our needs to be met is an art form - and one that must be consciously practices - necessarily with a relatively settled nervous system - not employed angrily once that moment has passed when you are open to many ways of a job getting done.

In my instance right now - it is the going outside with a cup of tea for ten minutes and writing - removing myself, getting distance from their lives that are not mine - then it will at least be easier for me to be kinder and less obsessive - the lunches still maybe unmade, yes - we may leave after the 8am target - but no one has been yelled at or hovered over, well -

Not nearly as much.