Yesterday during Phoebe’s meet I was really frustrated. I could feel the good mood that I had been so proud of maintaining slowly slipping away. I don’t care if Phoebe falls off beam 6 times or forgets her floor routine. I do care when her coach does things, or doesn’t help so that her performance is negatively affected. That is the coaches job, after all. But it’s what happened yesterday and with each thing I felt myself growing more and more negative. I wanted to jump out on the floor and help, but I knew that wouldn’t be right. This was the first meet that I wasn’t able to just sit back and enjoy watching my daughter, and it did not feel good. Luckily, Phoebe was happy with it. She said “I felt like I was going to explode I was so happy” about her first event, bars, and she ended up winning. So that helped change my perspective a bit. But the negative mood is hard to drop so it didn’t make it go away completely. What did help was sleep. I felt so tired that I was in bed by 10:00 last night. Usually I let my kids wake me up but I read somewhere that it’s good to get up first so I set my alarm for 5:40 and went downstairs to paint. But I must have been too loud because Julian came down just a couple minutes later. Oh well. At least I was awake long enough before he got up for my mood to stabilize. I feel good today. I think that might be a record for the shortest-lived bad mood I’ve ever been in, so feeling good about that too. Just a plug for the amazing benefits of sleep.

Also want to share this that someone sent me because it’s literally perfect. I think it should go on my wall.