Moody Discovery

The past three weeks have been the longest I have went without documenting anything. I have had the fewest photos, the least writings, and such little documentation on Zeeks habits that it has pressurized into this cannon of disgust towards me. Made by me.
I have drank less water and spoke less to my family. My absorption seeps into my child and anything that has to do with him. I need to learn how to balence this. And when I do figure it out, I’ll probably be heading back to Thailand where no friends or family are and what good is learning this if I will not be able to put it into practise.
My mind falters towards home back in Pattaya and how being unable to clean and tidy the house irritates me . I have to sit in it for hours, impatient and eager to just get it done. But I must wait.
It comes to me here because I see the mess about this house. I see the piles of clothes we’ve made and the lack of time we have in sitting down and actually cleaning things up. And it gets to me.
Before having a child I really didnt think this was such an issue. I always had untidy rooms and I was never bothered by it. This discovery is one of the many I have found after having a child.

Moody Mommy Days.