I’m a planner. A Type A organizer. I don’t just do things on a whim (except impulse purchases … that’s the exception!). I like to know what’s happening when, and hate not being in control of a situation.
Which is why having a totally unpredictable newborn is driving me bonkers.
“You need to learn to accept deprivation with grace,” Dr. G. advised me last night.
“You’ll need to change your mindset about how you’re viewing their visit… and it won’t be easy.”
(In case you haven’t figured out by now, Thursday generally = therapy).
We were talking about my anxiety levels with my in-laws being here, and how it no doubt puts a strain on my relationship with my husband, as well as how I feel about myself and my quasi-“hateful” reactions at times.
She said no doubt I am deprived right now (she said she would be too!): my whole house has been “invaded,” foreign objects and foods and “things” are everywhere, depriving me of my sense of “order”.