It’s one of those days where I wake up desperate to actually get something done. I want to dig in, work hard, and at the end, feel as though I’ve done something that matters.
Ain’t gonna happen. I can’t even finish a sentence around here, much less an entire project.
I couldn’t even get a shower yet today.
I couldn’t even get up on time, because my husband had, Oops! reset the time. So the kids missed their buses.
Writing a blog post is one tiny thing I do every day to feel like I’ve done something. So far, during this little amount I’ve written, I’ve had to get up FOUR TIMES to attend to Baby Girl hollering “Mama!” from the other room. Even though I set her up with chocolate milk and gave her carte blanche to scribble on my new phone book. Or rip it, or eat it, but for god’s sake just let me get through one sentence!
So you can see why I am less than hopeful about getting anything at all done, yet again.
But when you see that face… I suppose that makes me feel accomplished. I made that unfathomably absurd cuteness!
Don’t know how many years I can ride on the coattails of that particular accomplishment, but maybe it will get me through one more day.