I am a poor excuse for an auntie.
I finally finished Ava's birthday jumper, and I'm so happy with it.
Too bad I finished it the day after her party...
I have had a totally full on month - socially, work-related and home life - and the stress was starting to show. I was getting so agitated about not being able to take it with me to the party that I was actually getting irrational. At midnight Friday, I conceded defeat and allowed myself to stop and accept that it was not going to be given to Ava at the party.
And the best thing? The whole world didn't cave in at this realisation: Ava's parents have yet to disown me for the social lapse, and the baby was far more interested in all her cards that her gifts anyway. She won't remember not getting her jumper on the day.
I am slowly trying to teach myself that it's ok to say "enough", and to accept the limitations of time available when you work, are raising a child, run a home, etc. I put a lot of pressure on myself to be all things to all people, and find it very hard to tell someone that I can't complete something by a deadline, to admit I'm not infallible.
So, here's a thought (that perhaps you can periodically remind me of, no?)