Does This Count as Success?

"It’s important for moms to recognize that all the small successes in our days can add up to one big triumph. So on Thursday of each week, we do exactly that." 


1.  I took a sick day.  With a fever, body aches and a husband away for 48 hours, we patronized the fast food industry, left the dishes on the counter and our crumbs on the floor and enjoyed a day on the couch between A. A. Milne's Winnie-the-Pooh and the BBC's Life Series. 

2.  The three days after the infirmary cleared, I realized why moms NEVER take sick days.  But despite being behind in absolutely everything, I managed to not get overwhelmed.

3.  As the week progressed I actually made it out of bed and was completely dressed before the kids got up, which, in a small house with many sleeping babies is quite a success.  Of course, the majority of the credit belongs to the Guardian Angels who covered the little sleeping ears, but for my part, I did get up on time!

Fire-Man School

"Mommy, is dere any writing in Fire-Man School?"

"Yes, Doodle, I think so."

 After a thoughtful pause, "um, no.  No, Mommy, dere is not any writing, no, not really..." 
"No... They get, well someone gets a REALLY BIG match.  And they put fire on it!  Then they put the fire on something else.  Then they put water on the fire.
...and yeah, that is really all they do."

 

And that is how you raise a little fire man.

Experiment

 

 

Our first official science experiment.  

 

Blue Celery.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(The book said to use red, so it will be a shame if an abundance of pink Easter egg cookies are to blame for a poorly discolored veggie.)

 

 

 

  

Now we are watching... 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

and waiting...

Small Successes

It’s important for moms to recognize that all the small successes in our days can add up to one big triumph. So on Thursday of each week, we do exactly that.

1. I am still doing push ups! (The success being in the "still" rather than the "doing push ups," which remain a humble attempt to get my nose closer to the ground a pathetically few times ever morning.)

2. One evening, I took a moment to consider that the day had been hard, the night before short, and the frustration, anxiety and general feeling of being overwhelmed just might be affecting my ability to reason, if not certainly my ability to be charitable. So I closed my mouth, and succeeded in not responding to that comment, which didn't seem nearly as irritating the next day.

3. And finally, I am succeeding in stopping myself from working on this post, and returning to the things that are more important right now; children, schooling and getting to our appointments.