Last night there was a flurry of activity in my home. I was packing to teach a night course, watching the Nationals game, and making sure everything was in order for Sean to hang out with the kids for the evening. I felt a little frazzled as I went through my mental checklist before leaving, but paused as I realized something important.
My life is in a much better place than it was a week ago.
At precisely the same time last week, I was preparing to teach a class with Sean again on kid duty. It was also a flurry of activity, but as I drove to school last week, Sean talked to me on the drive about how everything was going to be okay. I was in tears, feeling behind and overwhelmed.
What a difference one week and hard work can make.
- I was not finished with a guest post due to a writer that day. I would work on it when I returned from teaching at 10:30 that night.
- A huge work project was proving to be a much bigger undertaking than I had expected, which I realized would involve the weekend to complete it.
- The kitchen was a disaster.
- Dinner for Sean and the kids was not prepared.
As I left for school last night, I realized:
- The guest post due to a different writer this week was submitted one day early.
- The work project was completed successfully Sunday night.
- The kitchen was clean and organized.
- Dinner for everyone was in the fridge.
Earlier this week I wrote about being frustrated by my limitations as a single mom. I still believe my cape belongs on a hook instead of my back, but it’s important to recognize I accomplished some heroic feats in the last seven days. Would I be happier if I had accomplished even more? Sure, but I won’t allow those negative, perfectionist-driven thoughts to take away my “win” last night.
What a great song for Song of the Week this week: Five for Fighting “Superman (It’s Not Easy).”