Sometimes I make a really horrible stay at home mom. Like today. I didn’t have much to do. I finished up a book I was reading. The laundry still got done, the kids were fed, I cleaned the bathrooms, and played cars on the carpet and made sure the kids did schoolwork. On the surface it was good.

But underneath there was a lot of negative self talk I couldn’t escape from. Finally when my husband came home, I left. I spent some time with myself. I realized I was valuable. I wasn’t worthless and bad at everything. I have interests outside of being Mom. And it’s important for me to develop those interests.

I came back after a few hours with Easter baskets for the kids and much happier outlook on life.

Going backwards, I finished Miss Peregrine’s home for Peculiar Children. The vintage pictures were fun in it. Otherwise read like a standard young adult fantasy novel. I didn’t realize it was the first in a trilogy though, which made the ending a letdown.