Okay, folksies -- that's what my eighth grade teacher used to call us, among other things. She would always say "Settle in, settle down, folksies." Man, I could do a whole post on Sister Cecelia.
But back to the bunny trail . . . I am participating in Small Successes this week because if I had to list the Big Successes I could just write the word FLOP and hit "publish". Seriously, it's been the baby steps getting me through this week.
I'm telling you, the Febs are deadly to productivity around here. I am filled with torpor and lassitude. (I love the word torpor. I should use it more often.)
My three small successes, in all their non-glory:
I have made a dinner every single night this week, without resorting to Rob picking something up on his way home from work, fast food, or cold cereal (which my weird kids don't eat anyway).
I know this doesn't sound like any great shakes, but when I am feeling tired and lazy, it is so tempting to let the cooking slide. I have stuck to my menu planning and it's working out beautifully.
I've also been on the treadmill every day this week. I don't know why I try to slink away from the treadmill, considering how energized and clear-headed I feel after I am done, but I do.
Except for this week.
I cleaned out the van, and I've kept it clutter-free all week. I'm almost tempted to call this a big success, and if you saw the state of my van's interior on most days, you might agree.
On any given day I'm toting around books, papers, trash, toys, approximately 37 pencils (all with broken points), a stray bottle or two, and enough pieces of clothing to outfit at least eight kids.
I think I've even gotten better gas mileage this week, thanks to the lack of three tons of family detritus.
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