I kind of feel right now that I am nothing more than a pile of excuses. Excuses why I haven’t started projects, resumed exercising, been a better parent. Excuses why the kids have been watching more TV lately, instead of using their brains. Excuses why I haven’t been making healthy dinners and instead we have been eating out and eating junk.
I’m even dragging myself here to write.
I’d like to think it’s recovering from a two-week disease fest, but when does the recovery end? When do I pick up and move on?
I really, really want the weather to stay warm enough that I can stand to be outside with the kids. They are much happier people when they can play outside. When they are happier, I am happier. Tired kids (the good kind of tired) makes for easier bedtimes. Easier bedtimes makes for a little more me-time. More me-time makes a happier mom the next day. A happier mom the next day makes for happier kids the next day. See a pattern here?
Now if the weather would just cooperate. Or is the weather another big fat excuse I will blame for why it’s been a hard couple weeks to be a parent?