It's 1 in the morning and I'm about to retire at last, but I wanted to take a moment to pat myself on the back. I was feeling a bit down by evening. The kids were starting to get to me: the boys are rambunctious and it begins to wear on my nerves at some point; Norah was somewhat fussy throughout the day; the house was a disaster and I just didn't have the energy to even begin to tackle it all, especially with the knowledge that whatever I cleaned would just be undone a second later. Vitor met a co-worker for drinks after work and didn't get home until after 8, and by that point I was feeling defeated and just generally glum. But when the kids went to bed, instead of camping out on the couch and taking a brief break before beginning another day just like this one, I decided to take Stella out for a nice, much-needed walk. And when I got back, I felt a little merrier. I had some popcorn, watched some TV, then showered and decided to tackle the kitchen. I got all the dishes done, scrubbed the stove and countertops, de-cluttered, etc. I feel quite a bit better now. Of course it WILL be undone tomorrow. That's just what happens. But at least I won't wake up to an overflowing sink and grime and toys on the floor.
But now off to bed so that I will have the energy to face another day. The weather's supposed to be decent tomorrow -- maybe we'll get around and walk Thalia to school again. Maybe.
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