If it is to be it is up to me.

IT. IS. UP. TO. ME.

At the moment those 10 letters are causing me a good deal less sleep and a good deal more stress. Decisions, decisions, decisions. My brain feels like a washing machine – spinning around in one direction then making a quick change to spin the other way.

I have four lives to consider in my decision making, and I need to make the decisions that are best for all of us. The path of least stress for everyone. Or do I need to cause a great deal of stress then hope it all settles down quickly and becomes the change for the better?

Do I put us all entirely out of our comfort zone and cross our paws it works out. Or do I keep us as comfortable as possible with as little change for everyone other than mumma?

It’s times like these I wish I had a partner to make decisions together. Being a grown up is so over-rated some days!!

{I heard the saying in the title of this post at a work conference about 15 years ago, I don’t know who to reference it to but it has always stuck in my head. }