I do not sleep enough. I am not doing anything particularly well. I am going through the motions and my house is clean and my blog has stuff published on it but I don't remember cleaning the house or typing anything. I have not been a very good friend. I have not been very inspired. I have not returned emails. Or written thank you notes. Or showered every day. I lost my eyelash curler this week and kind of hate my new hair cut. I feel weird and not at all like my normal calm collected self.
I have been a pretty good mom. That's good enough for now. If I can say I am doing one thing okay, that's the thing I would pick.
(Right? How long can I get by telling myself that? Because in all honesty, I would prefer to be a pretty good mom with a cute hair cut and a memory of the last time she shaved her legs.)