I know I am my own worst critique and today, I judged the hell out of myself.
I woke up this morning feeling anxious. I felt like I was missing something and I could not put my finger on it. I turned on my phone, checked my messages and then decided to find out what was happening in the world of Instagram… Big mistake!
Saw a friend’s post. She had her sons seated in front of the computer, taking classes. My heart sank. She had created a whole classroom with signage and all. Set up workstations on the dining table.
Yomi you are just an epic failure! You’re walking around thinking the Easter holidays have begun and your friends are busy engaging their children in holiday online classes. Why are you just so unreliable?
I really want to do better but I am still struggling to be functional before 10 am, the breastfeeding night shift is literally doing me in.
I don’t know if it’s just me, but after every breast-feeding session, I feel like the life source has been sucked out of me. I get lethargic and I just can’t focus. It takes a while to get myself back. I really want to do better by Henry but I am so tired almost all the time. Even my husband asked me when I think I’ll get back to my normal self because it’s affecting everyone else. So now I also feel guilty for ruining everyone’s lives.
So, on the news today, you had someone who is the cocky little nephew of someone in power was interviewed. I deduce this from the fact that, that is the only explanation for why this young man would have such an important job and be so unmistakably dense.
The subject was on palliatives… My new favourite word. I try to throw it into every other sentence I say… I digress… So the presenter asks, “who are you giving palliatives to?” He starts of well “We have a nation-wide database” and then… “The database is available to any HNI that wants to donate.”
Have you heard of data protection you imbecile!