As I write these words my TV is blaring “Aprende Peque con Isa” on Youtube.
“Mira mi boca!” she says.
I can’t help but look up as she proceeds to make a donkey noise.
I have reached my limit.
I’ve now been home as long as I was away on my east coast trip 3 weeks ago.
I have a tendency to be quite bad at moderation.
This can be evidenced through my complete 180 since my travels only a month ago.



I have since reverted into a full-scale mom-blob and I’m about to explode from the BLAH of it all.
I have an unfortunate tendency to go into a freeze state when I feel overwhelmed.
I detach from life and body and just move through the world like a zombie.
I over-consume coffee and social media1 to feel “alive”, despite the fact that I know it’s actually pulling me further into paralysis.
It can take a lot to shake me out of it.
I don’t tend to realize I’m miserable until I’m really deep in it.
That’s where I’m at right now. I’ve just kind of checked out.
But on the plus side, I caught myself and am going to do my best to course correct.
I notice that when I fall into this freeze state my existence becomes very reactive.
I only go out when people invite me out. I only do things if people ask me to do them.
I know I need to take responsibility for my self-care. I really want to get better at it, but I also feel like I just keep falling back into these patterns, which is so frustrating.
For now I’ll try to focus on just doing my best.
I’ve catalogued some activities I would like to add to my calendar this coming month:
Museums
Jazz clubs
Figure drawing
Coffee dates
Beach hangs (e.g. free hangs)
And On A Completely Unrelated Note…
Please enjoy this comic I made with crayons this week:
Comments (Let’s Chat!):
Which is your go-to:
Fight, Flight, Freeze, or Fawn?
Are you aware when you’re falling into these states?
If so, what are you strategies for recalibrating?
Do any parents in the chat have advice for me to not lose myself in parenting?
Farts
Sorry, this is not a question.
Listening to:
Hi, Substack!
Great piece.
Though I have to confess, though, I misread the headline as "From the Tobacco-Stained Trenches of Motherhood" and was really way, way too excited about that.
Kept scanning and re-scanning the piece for the tobacco confessional bit.
oh well...
So timely - I just published a piece about “finding fun” as life has get too serious and heavy lately…