Yesterday, one of the things I knocked off the todo list was catching up on Smallest’s vax.Â (I don’t want to be told I’m a bad mother for being late or for doing them at all, my decision, informed, and carefully considered.) As a result she was an unhappy baby yesterday and overnight, so I didn’t get nearly as much done as I’d wanted.
Number of ways to deal with this. Standard reaction is to say I always aim too high and fail, no point in trying, and slinking off to a corner hoping ppl will forget about the whole 30day thing quickly. But that’s not what I’m going to do.
Instead, I’m going to accept that sometimes, a lot of the time even, I’m not going to achieve what I think I should. (Dreadful word. Moving on.) And then I’m going to pick myself up from this and get on with things again. No slump. No pandering. Just acceptance, without dwelling, and getting on with it again.
So despite the lack of sleep overnight, I was up before 9 this morning. Which is as early as I’d planned and hoped for. And I got washing through, and managed a peaceful shower on my own. And if the washing got rained on before it dried? Well, it will dry. And I’m still going to be proud that I managed to have an empty laundry basket (right up til I went into the children’s room and found their dirty laundry. Sigh.)
However, I’ve also played Green Board games with the children, removed a large box of excess baby clothes to the carboot out of the loft, and recovered the crates of paperwork I need to go through. We ate (homemade) dinner by candlelight for Earthhour, and then we played a very long game of 20 questions.
Small achievements, but I’m celebrating them. Is there anything you’re celebrating today?