but it’s all a matter of perspective.
Just an hour or so ago I was thinking about what a slack-ass I am and how little I get accomplished when it occurred to me to look at things from a different angle.
Here’s the different angle:
What am I actually doing at the moment besides self-flagellating? I was: cooking lunch; placing orders online for Christmas gifts; a load of laundry; supervising Tea’s math; supervising M’s painting of her weekly poem; listening to an audio book.
That’s not so shabby, after all. When you consider that I also manage to care for all of the animals at least once per day, every day (Hubby often gives me the weekends off) and to keep a relatively unoffensive home, I guess I’m not such a slacker mom, after all. How about you? Are you confident that you are always at your best or are you also into self-effacement?