Funny how I only feel like life has a scorecard when I feel like I’m failing at it.
Credits:
Went to tax appointment. All seems good. I’m apparently still competent at bookkeeping. I just need to turn in one additional piece of information then wait for them to be done.
I drove kids home from school, to two different social activities, and retrieved them from the activities without forgetting any of them.
I hugged my girl when she was sad, even though I couldn’t make the sadness measurably better in any other way.
The cat sat next to me and purred, so I must have done something right.
Demerits:
There were long stretches of quiet time when I could have gotten piles of work done, but didn’t. This sums it up really. Everything else is a enumerated list of specific things I ought to have done.
I’m not sure how exactly the day slipped away from me. I probably should have given up and taken a nap this morning. Then perhaps I could have been awake and motivated for the rest of the day. Or maybe not. Sometimes low energy days just happen.
“I’m not sure how exactly the day slipped away from me.”
I know the feeling. I got three small things done on my to-do list this morning, then started cleaning my office. The next thing I knew, it was time to go pick up the minions from school. With homework and dinner and all the other evening routine, that was the end of my productive time. I know what I did was important, but part of my brain still sneers “Really? That’s all you did today?”
I had 8 minutes of child free time between when the baby went down and the oldest came home from school. I fetched the garbage bin from the end of the driveway in those 8 min. Other than that? I took most the day to (on and off) unload one dishwasher of dishes. Dinner was made. In a 45 min sprint before 6pm, with a baby in one arm. No child managed to seriously injure any other child. …and? That’s about it.
Brain just felt like a fog today.
Oh! and read one chapter of scriptures this morning. By dint of shaking myself awake again every 3rd verse.