In our house, changes in routine are not welcome. The kids sometimes react unfavorably to them. You all know what I'm talking about. Sometimes there is a tantrum and sometime there is just confusion but it's unsettling for them either way.
With our very tight ABA/speech therapy/OT schedule for Spencer and school/clinic OT schedule for Logan, I get thrown off too when there is a change but this week, I instituted a new change. One that is better for me.
I started to take showers on a regular basis.
That's right. I have been a very dirty girl. This is how I knew I was depressed because I didn't even want to take a shower sometimes.
I usually took my showers at night after the boys went to sleep and the dishes were done and the lunch was packed. I would usually be exhausted by this time and the last thing I'd want to do is take a shower despite how relaxing it could be. So many times, I would just skip it and be Ms. Oily Hair the next day. The same goes for working out. Who wants to work out at 8 or 9 PM when your child gets up at 5 am? (That would be Spencer waking up that early. His gift to me.)
Anyway, I just said "Screw it," and I've been taking showers in the morning just like when I did when I was a commute-to-work mom. I would wash my face and brush my teeth in the shower too so I could get extra time under the warm water. Where are the kids? Logan is usually off to school, Kai takes him to the bus and I take my shower after I finish feeding Spencer and let him watch his Blues Clues while he's safe in a high chair. It's not a totally ideal situation but the shower really helps me feel good in the morning. I think starting my days feeling good in the morning is a good break in routine, wouldn't you agree?
(Pictured: I always like to put up a picture with my posts but didn't know quite what to do with this one so I just took a picture of myself with wet hair. I then realized that I have no pictures of myself. It's all of the kids. My photo albums look like my children have no parents. Are you like that too? So then I went crazy with the self-timer and tried to take pictures that I liked of me and wouldn't mind seeing 20 years from now. Here they are. My two breaks in routine. It was a lot of fun but a little overwhelming so I started to have trouble breathing. Am I crazy or what? I can't even have a mini-photo session without having anxiety. So hence you see the very weird picture of me trying to take a deep breath while the self-timer was going off. This is kind of what I look like when I am starting to panic. But I'm okay now. I took some Klonopin and I think it actually worked today. BTW, you should try a mini-session with your self-timer one time, it could be fun! Spencer was watching me do it and laughed the whole time. I like when my kids see me happy.)