A Bad Day

This week has been rough, and it's only Monday night. Maybe it's keeping the AC off as long as possible before we melt, maybe it's that the kids would rather play then get enough sleep, maybe it's because I had to sleep in Porter's bed last night because Preston was hogging my side and Maddy joined him, or maybe just maybe it's because all of the above.

The routine is going pretty well. Although I find it particularly hard to shower and get ready for the day BEFORE doing chores and exercise. It's just gross to me to get clean then all sweaty again, so the last two days I've neglected the shower until my chores were done. Seems it takes me a lot longer to get going on my day, but since I'm on the road to imperfection, I will say that it's just fine.

One of my personal hurdles is setting myself up for failure and then proving myself right. example: My kids will be amazing ALL the time, My house will always be clean, I will not shout at my kids, I will not fight with a 10 year old, I can do everything I normally do each day on 2 hours of sleep and a bowl of cereal..... and on and on.

I allow myself to be flexible with daily plans (as most of you know I fly by the seat of my pants most of the time), but not with how I view myself. One of the tools I have learned to use is to listen to myself as if I were my best friend and respond as I would to her. I wouldn't demean her, I wouldn't tell her she is a bad Mom, I would want only success and hope for her, so why not for me?

There is no hope in saving today, however, so I am turning in and hope that tomorrow things will run a little smoother, and a little cooler. Perhaps it's time to turn the AC back on.