I am my own worst critic.
I'm trying to be more present. More in the moment. To enjoy more and want less, fret less. It's pretty safe to say that when I master one aspect of the balancing act, something else falls. And the juggling act continues. One more ball in the air one week, one more ball on the ground the next.
Instead of always feeling inadequate (this is why I do NOT get on Pinterest), I'm going to work on how to JUST BE. And thank goodness for my snapshot resources (phone, camera, iPad) to keep me grounded, remind me to be present, and feel ok to not accomplish monumental tasks every day, but relish in the little ones that do get done. Like playing and reading and walking and watching and singing. And sometimes maybe a little cleaning and errand running and cooking and napping and laundry folding. Even after the hardest days I find myself looking at the boys' pictures (old and new) with a grin. They can drive me mad and renew my spirit all at the same time. Stinkers.
P.S. Thank goodness this was actually written last week because otherwise today's post would have been a lot of whining about yesterday's terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. It was ugly. A day that had me considering a full time job requiring lots of travel. A day that had me realizing that this is what people mean when they refer to the 'terrible 2s.' But today we're better, so there's no use in wallowing.