During my running of the kids this afternoon, I was going over my list in my head...
- Put fourth of July decorations away (I am painfully aware that it is mid September)
- Put fall\halloween decorations out
- Work on book
- Help Averie with reading
- Help Ashton with spelling
- Help Ethan with art project
- Cook dinner
- Clean up
- Practice piano
There were about 60 other thoughts flying around in there. After trying to force myself into checking items off the list, I realized that maybe I'm a little sick. That thought kinda made me laugh. How many times had I gotten after one of the kids for being ornery only to find out they were sick. Apperantly, I'm like a two year old in that way.
I just want to keep going, and I get really bugged when I can't do it all. I did need to do most of the things on the list, but not all of it. I prioritized, did the most important and took some ibuprofen and headed to bed.
Days like this can really get me down. I think about all the things that I have to do on my own, and I can get really angry. Tonight though, I chose to think of the things that I am the most grateful for, and I realized that I'm in a pretty great place. The kids are happy, we live in a great neighborhood, we have wonderful friends and family, and we are safe. How lucky are we?
Now, if you'll excuse me...my feather pillow is calling.