I had a terrible Sunday night. I was feeling quite overwhelmed with all the things I needed to do in the kitchen as a prep for the week, and my body and brain were not up for the job. They were telling me to rest, and do nothing for a while and my to-do list was looming in front of me telling me how the week would be stressful and hectic if I didn’t have a few things prepared to have them on the go.

Thankfully my husband was taking care of the dinner. Which meant I didn’t have that to worry about at the very least. But my tired body just didn’t want me to do anything at all. 

Of course, with a conflict between my to-do list and the tired me, I was stressed out. I decided to do “just a couple more things before I sit down…”

And I am sure you know that this was a bad idea. 

I dropped a glass bowl on the floor, and all the air fried tofu in it (I have a few cubes as a part of my lunch everyday).

That just meant I had to make more of the tofu- yes my list just got longer.

But, I also had to do the clean up of all that glass shards all over my kitchen and around!

Twenty minutes of cleaning up, and I was convinced, or rather paranoid, that there was more glass around. I swept the floor a couple more times, and finally called it quits.

So I proceeded with making the tofu, followed by making the mixture for a tray of baked oatmeal for breakfast for my son. 

And guess what, the bowl with the batter tipped over and that was all over the kitchen countertop…yes, more cleaning, and more waste! 

I had just a small bowl worth of batter left that didn’t spill, so I just baked that.

Of course, after these two accidents I was just stretched to my limits with tiredness, stress, and feeling overwhelmed. And I just broke down. 

Thankfully, my husband was there for hugs, and he rightly suggested that I just leave the kitchen and sit down and do nothing. 

I finally decided that was the best advice and idea at this time, before I broke or dropped or spilled anything else, and added more cleaning to my list of things to do.

Soon after, we had dinner. With food, hugs, and not trying to do anymore, I finally let go of the feeling of pressure inside of me. 

Did I feel amazing immediately? No. But I also felt held. That I didn’t need to hustle and finish everything right then. That I could be easy on myself this week. That my son could survive on homemade granola for breakfast  a couple of times this week than baked oatmeal.

That I had to just breathe and let go.

Thankfully, there was some birthday cake left over from the birthday party last week, to be had after dinner 🙂