Just in case you’re not into this kind of thing, let me disclose at the outset that this is a self-congratulatory piece. I was struggling with ideas for a topic for this month’s post until I thought about my hectic daily existence. Definitely a meaty topic, but how to spin it? Yup, it’s challenging and it’s stressful and all of us mothers (and many fathers too) deal with the balancing act that having kids presents. Instead of lamenting the difficulty of it all, I decided to give myself a big shout out for getting it done. Being a single, full-time working mom is no joke, and I have no idea how I, and others like me, manage to keep it together while maintaining our sanity and, on most days, our dignity too.
So props to me for the following recent accomplishments:
- Not only have my kids worn clean uniforms for the past week, but my outfit matches today and I had time to wash my hair last night;
- I only yelled at my kids three times since they both crawled into my bed at 4 a.m. today – pretty darn good, if I do say so myself;
- I remembered to feed the cat (oh yeah, and I didn’t freak out when she fell in the bathtub last night and ran around my newly mopped floors like a maniac);
- I juggled getting us all out of bed and dressed so well this morning that the kid who wasn’t complaining of a stomach ache got to eat breakfast at home;
- I managed to squeeze in about 3 hours of some pretty intense work before being called by the school nurse to come pick up my daughter (yeah, yeah, the one with the stomach ache);
- On the ride home from school (police officers avert your eyes), I ordered food for my sick love from two different restaurants while simultaneously catching up on my Audible book;
- I picked up about a thousand tree branches from the driveway (Note to self: Check to see whether the tree out front it dying a slow death); and
- Before writing this, I somehow debugged my computer from whatever virus was trying to creep its way in.
Even more impressive than these little daily miracles, is the fact that I somehow find the time, in between work and keeping my girls alive, educated and presentable, to joke with them, dance with them, sing badly to them and nurture their athletic and artistic abilities, all the while annoyingly imparting on them the limited wisdom I possess about life. And while I may not have much of a social life right now, I’m surprisingly okay with the notion that I’ll work harder on making that a priority in the very near future.
If you think my list sounds a bit sarcastic or that I’m looking for some kind of sympathy because I believe my life is especially difficult, rest assured that this is not the case. I am well aware of my many blessings and the countless others who face far more difficult challenges than I could ever imagine facing. I think I’m amazing because if I don’t, no one else will (except maybe those adoring girls of mine). I’m proud of my accomplishments and wish we all (especially us women) would congratulate ourselves and each other more often. I believe the more we take pride in our lives and those little accomplishments, the happier we’ll be. After all, we make our own joy out of the random hand we’re dealt. It’s our general attitude about life, not that random hand or even our hard-earned successes or hard-fought failures, that determines our overall happiness. There will always be haters out there ready to hate on you and anyone else who threatens their notion of an ideal existence. Please don’t add to the cacophony of negativity with self-doubt or judgment of others. Congratulate yourselves and those you know and love on making it through another day, even if you’ve screwed up along the way, because goddammit, you deserve it and all the happiness it brings.