Have you ever had one of those mornings where everything is going seamlessly, if not don’t worry they will come, if so you understand how special and rare they can be. So of course, why would our brains not decide to ruin them with that perpetual nagging thought, “Did I forget something?”
This morning things were going so well I even had time to sit with my coffee and play with Davey for a couple of minutes before hopping in the car to work; that is when the trouble began. Sitting at my counter the foreboding slowly began creeping in, completely pulling me from the morning and leading me to run around the house double and triple checking everything I had already taken care of. But the fun didn’t stop there, I then proceeded to call my husband, my nanny, and my mom (who lives across the street) to see if maybe they could help put my mind at ease and tell me what the hell I had forgotten…nothing.
A sane individual would have let it go at this point, taken the win for the morning and carried on with their day probably with a little extra pep in their step. Not this girl, I spent my morning going through everything I had done trying to find the mistake. You see here is my problem, I love routines. My life for as long as I can remember has been dependent on managing my time and goals to the minute, you can not live that way with a newborn.
So, I am trying to let go. It is a process, working to let myself give up a little control and just breathe, but if it helps me not be a muttering loon wandering the halls of the hospital I think it will ultimately be the best. Any suggestions?
