Good Riddance to January
“Isn't it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?” Anne of Green Gables
I think about this quote every once and awhile after I have a bad day. This month, it was pretty much running on a loop all day, every day. Between a teething baby and a pre-schooler determined to test her boundaries, I have not had some fun times. I am in a constant state of tired and I've fallen into some type of waking/survival/sleepy existence. I don't like it. I feel like if I only could get a good night's sleep then I'll feel so much better. Then there will be a night where I only get up twice (that's a good night) and I'll feel just as bad, if not worse. And I start to fear that this is how I actually feel. All the time. For the rest of my life. Intellectually I know this isn't true. But since when have I ever thought intellectually. So I keep plugging away, day by day. Trying to keep my expectations low and my thoughts positive. And remember that tomorrow is a new day. A blank slate. With no mistakes.
My resolution is still going. I've found it's better to be flexible about what chores I tackle on a certain day. That way if I do stumble I don't feel like I failed. And as soon as I feel like I've failed, then I give up. And I really don't want to give up.
Isabelle outgrew her Bumbo. She actually grew out of it awhile ago but I was too lazy or stubborn to accept it. So I ordered a booster seat from Sears (the same one my in-laws have). I really like it so far. Now I can put Isabelle in it, put some cookies on the tray and not worry that she's going to kick the tray off and scatter cookies everywhere. And she's already a messy eater. I don't know how she does it. I put a bib on her, make sure she's got the tray on and she still smears half dissolved arrowroot all over her clothes. And manages to sit on old Cheerios even though I'm sure I just cleaned that chair! Oh well, she's learning how to feed herself. And that's a life skill. And I have a washer and drier.
I think about this quote every once and awhile after I have a bad day. This month, it was pretty much running on a loop all day, every day. Between a teething baby and a pre-schooler determined to test her boundaries, I have not had some fun times. I am in a constant state of tired and I've fallen into some type of waking/survival/sleepy existence. I don't like it. I feel like if I only could get a good night's sleep then I'll feel so much better. Then there will be a night where I only get up twice (that's a good night) and I'll feel just as bad, if not worse. And I start to fear that this is how I actually feel. All the time. For the rest of my life. Intellectually I know this isn't true. But since when have I ever thought intellectually. So I keep plugging away, day by day. Trying to keep my expectations low and my thoughts positive. And remember that tomorrow is a new day. A blank slate. With no mistakes.
My resolution is still going. I've found it's better to be flexible about what chores I tackle on a certain day. That way if I do stumble I don't feel like I failed. And as soon as I feel like I've failed, then I give up. And I really don't want to give up.
Isabelle outgrew her Bumbo. She actually grew out of it awhile ago but I was too lazy or stubborn to accept it. So I ordered a booster seat from Sears (the same one my in-laws have). I really like it so far. Now I can put Isabelle in it, put some cookies on the tray and not worry that she's going to kick the tray off and scatter cookies everywhere. And she's already a messy eater. I don't know how she does it. I put a bib on her, make sure she's got the tray on and she still smears half dissolved arrowroot all over her clothes. And manages to sit on old Cheerios even though I'm sure I just cleaned that chair! Oh well, she's learning how to feed herself. And that's a life skill. And I have a washer and drier.
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