When was the last time someone told you they were proud of you?
This question is pretty easy: For someone else to have said it to me, I can’t remember.
But I’ve made it a point to tell myself how proud I am of my little accomplishments every few days or so. Why? Because simple things to you aren’t so simple to someone like me with the attention span of a gnat. Especially when I’ve got a toddler to chase after each day.
So, what things make me proud of myself? Remember, this is a partial list – my attention span is much greater than that of a gnat – maybe that of an eight-year old.
- Getting my son dressed on time in the morning (doesn’t happen too often, and when it does, guaranteed that he’s missing something essential – like a sweater or jacket, or a hat, or a snack!)
- Getting my son fed on time and not looking at the clock at eleven and realizing that I haven’t fed him his dinner because I was lost in the novel I’m writing.
- Getting a portion, erm, let me emphasize – a portion – of the house cleaned up. I so miss the days of having a live-in maid and it shall be my goal to make enough money to afford one.
- Remembering when to take the car in for its scheduled maintenance – even when the sticker is right in front of me and I’m now 1,000 miles over the prescribed mileage for the next oil change.
Yes, you better believe it, I have to give myself a pat on the back for simple things like that. Multi-tasker, apparently I’m not – although if it involves something more fun other than chores, I’m sure I do so much better…