Day 2 could have gone the way of the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. I only managed to fall asleep at 2 am with the help of Z Quil (which, by the way, is really just Benadryl) which made me wake up at 6:55 feeling like I was walking through molasses. Being the introvert I am, I truly need at least an hour upon waking during which I am not required to interact with anyone. Two hours is a safer bet. Otherwise, my reserves are low and I grumble through the day feeling like I’m playing catch up. Basically, I was like a bear who was yanked out of hibernation and asked to mother immediately.
It got even better. The dog threw up on the carpet. There was a giant cockroach in our living room. The kitchen hadn’t been cleaned properly for two days. The laundry was reaching climbable heights. And me, looking at all of it from empty.
That’s when I decided that this would be my victory today – I would not be the mama who waves the white flag just because the day doesn’t start out on her side. It’s tempting to feel like it’s such a small thing – basically, I chose a good attitude. But that small choice set the course for the whole day. At lunch Ethan stopped and said, “You know, I’m having a good day,” and I thought, “if I had chosen differently, he might not have said that.”
I’m calling that my victory.
What are you calling victory today?
