Thursday, March 24, 2011

Finding Success, One Dust Ball at a Time

Collin posed before going to school yesterday. Yes, this is really how much we bring to school!

Too much to do, too little time, too many kids. This mantra continually ran through my head this morning. I felt like my mental to do list was bearing into my skull, leaving me totally frazzled. This feeling is no stranger. As I've increased children, I've grown familiar with this notion: the idea of living in a constant state of unproductivity.

I suppose I've learned survival techniques. I've discovered if I set my standards extremely low, the likelihood of personal disappointment becomes slim. So, I enter each morning with such lofty aspirations as: Today will be a success if I can get one load of laundry completely finished. At the end of the day, if the laundry is washed and folded, I feel as if a marching band should be cheering me on (or in the least giving me a really good pat on the back).

Today, I surpassed all personal goals. I polished a few baseboards, spruced up a few dirty walls, and even dived into the spring clothes. At the end of my cleaning binge, I felt like I just climbed Mount Everest. I was beaming. I was glowing. I was a success.

It never fails, on days like today, I'll talk to Chris about his day. He'll casually mention a day full of such activities as resuscitating a patient in cardiac arrest or healing an ailing child. After a few minutes, he'll respond, "So, how was your day?"

Um. Well. You see...

Suddenly, I don't hear the marching band.


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