I feel like I am failing at a lot of things: getting Ava enough therapy, remembering to pay bills, finding time to play with my kids, remembering to close the garage door, responding to important emails and texts, eating food, whatever.
This is something I’ve got to get free from. The truth is I succeed at lots of things in our family every day. For example, today, Ava got both doses of her medicine. Both kids ate and went to bed clean. I did 1 1/2 loads of laundry. (That’s my optimistic spin on that basket of clean laundry over there that isn’t folded.) I put together a paper cut-out Iron Man figure for Elijah and re-positioned its head 5 times when it kept falling off. Also, I steamed 8 cups of homemade vegetable puree for Ava AND managed to get her to bed without her throwing up an entire bottle, half her dinner and her medicine on me (that was last night).
So after I brushed my teeth and took out my contacts, ready to finally turn in for the night, I was thinking that should probably make a habit of trying to recognize the successes of each day instead of feeling sunk by the fails. That’s when I realized that I had never finished changing into my pajamas two hours earlier and was still wearing one half of my day clothes.
I guess I DID succeed halfway…
The struggle is real, friends.