It's Friday. We made it.
I have done a lot of thinking this week. It has lead me to do a lot of writing, and yet I still didn't come up with a complete post. Eh, what do you do.
Our little Bina baby doesn't sleep through the night. At this point I am thinking she may not figure it out for a very long time. I am tired, I get grouchy when I don't get my sleep, and I tend to lose all motivation.
One late-night feeding I started thinking about how people measure their success? Is it how much they workout? Is it how skinny they are? Is it how clean their house is? I am realizing I need to start measuring my success by all the small things. If I do it this way, I don't feel like such a failure.
My successful week...
I worked out 1 of the 5 days this week.
I cooked 2 out of the 5 days this week.
I had a play date with my friend Jerilee, and loved it.
I didn't start every day with a Coke, but can't remember how many days.
I gave the kids haircuts, and they don't look awful.
The kids cleaned their bedroom, even if I did have to go in the garbage bag.
I didn't eat the entire bag of candy in one day. Holla.
We took the kids to the Library, and it was fun.
We were productive with our tax return, instead of going on the vacation we are dreaming of.
I followed through when I had those little promptings I sometimes get.
The kids played in a fort I built for an entire afternoon without fighting.
It might not be what someone else thinks is success, but it is my success.
How do you measure your success?