But sometimes I sit down to rest in the evening and wonder
what I’ve done. I mean, I’ve been MOVING
a lot, I just don’t see much progress.
The fact that I have a 23-month-old son and a 4-year-old
daughter is probably explanation enough.
If it’s not, let me tell you about a day I had a few months ago:
The preschooler let the toddler into her room. He promptly climbed onto the 7-year-old’s dresser
and threw a jar of change onto the floor.
Of course the jar smashed, so cleaning up glass and money became a top
priority. Shortly after I finished that
chore, the partners in mischief decided to crumble a chocolate chip cookie on
the living room rug. While I was
vacuuming and cleaning chocolate off the carpet, they got into the cooler and scattered
picnic supplies all over the sunroom. By
noon I managed to get dressed, make lunch, and go to the school to pick up my
11-year-old who had almost fainted because she went to choir before eating
lunch.
That night I sat down discouraged. I hadn’t accomplished anything.
Except… The kids were
still alive. They were fed and tucked
into warm beds. And the house was still
standing.
Those, I decided, were worth 500 checkmarks apiece. Score!
