Some days, I feel like I'm doing alright.
Days when I get up before the kids, shower, and read and pray.
Days when I actually get a little bit of cleaning done...even if you can't tell by the end of the day.
Days when I loads of laundry get washed, dried, folded AND put away. Especially if I had to combat a couple kids who love to throw folded clothes.
Days when I've noticed an extreme amount of patience, kept my cool, made meals and fed the kids on time, and gotten them down for good naps.
Days when I have dinner ready when Bob gets home and the kids are playing quietly in the living room.
Days when Sam is attentive and obedient, uses good manners, and is sweet to Grey.
Days when Grey eats all the food on his tray (before he throws any of it on the ground) and still wants more.
Days when there is a lot of laughter, from Sam, from Grey, from me.
Some days, soooommme days, I feel like I'm doing alright.