I cleaned out under the couch cushions in the family room. I'm fairly certain there was a meal and an entire load of laundry there.
I've stuck with my own version of the "reckless experiment with prayer." I've been nearly perfect with this and pretty darn good with this. This was fair, except for the part where I forgot Nicky's first baseball practice ever (I can't imagine how people who don't plan get where they're supposed to be). I've been very faithful to the bedtime routine this week and I'm good with the conscious part of this, but I do admit to falling asleep pretty much the minute my head hits the pillow.
I am still working out, despite the fact that progress is excruciatingly slow. I've made peace with the fact that, try as I might, I don't look like my 26-year-old postpartum self. I tell myself that I'm a much stronger middle-aged postpartum mother of nine than I was three months ago. And I am. I know this because I carried Karoline up a very steep hill at soccer last weekend. I did it at a speed only the mother of a newly potty-trained two-year-old can understand. I felt a bit like Rocky on steps. But when we got to the porta potty that was the goal, I was not rewarded. Instead, I was met with the hysterical, high pitched screams of one curly-haired cherub who could not be persuaded that it was just fine to pee in blue water that didn't flush.
What are your successes this week?
This is a great exercise in holding ourselves accountable and patting
ourselves on the back. Mothering and homemaking don't have built in
performance reviews and bonuses. The internet can be a source of
support and encouragement. Let's encourage one another in our small
successes. Share them at Faith and Family Live!