I was not like a little girl on Christmas when we bought and brought home a new vacuum last week. This did not follow weeks of pouring and stressing over consumer reports and personal reviews of various models. I did not chow down my lunch in record time so I could get to work vacuuming.
I did not fail miserably once again at documenting each month with Jill. I have not let over 2 weeks pass since her 10 month bday without doing a 10 month post. The memories of what happened when certainly aren’t beginning to blur. (btw, she took 3 independent steps last week, none since though)
As a parent I would never stoop to bribing my son. I did not bribe him one two three days in a row in order to get him to actually sleep at naptime. Bribes did not include going bowling, have one of my small group girls babysit him, and a lollipop. I’m certainly not debating what to try as today’s bribe.
I was not “that” mom who drags her kids out after bedtime just to not have to sit at home alone. It was not 9:30ish before we headed home from bowling with Student Edge Friday night. I was not beyond amazed that my sweet daughter was able to sleep through the crazy noise in her stroller.
My goals for the week are not: a) no one stays in pajamas past noon, b) beds get made before going to be in them again, and c) we get out of the house at least once each day.