I used to be some kind of super-mama. Prior to that I was a super-chick. I have always thrived on accomplishments; making a list and checking things off until I could tear off that piece of paper from the pad and wad it up and then toss it with a resounding “HA!”.
I was pretty good when Matt was born; starting slipping a bit after Preston. Oh, let’s be honest, a whole lot after Preston. And for the past 3-4 years, I’ve been coasting along. Obviously from August – November of last year I was in a different spot, what with the stupid cancer and surgeries and everything, but the other day I felt a little of that high from getting things done. Yesterday is got a little stronger – I cleaned out the cupboard under the kitchen sink that had gotten wet, oh, years months ago. I organized my kitchen counters and got started on a new spice rack. It’s all little stuff, but today, a nasty, rainy, chilly Sunday and I can’t get over getting things done. I don’t even want to sit on the couch and watch tv.
I’m not sure where I’ve been, but I’m back.
And it feels freaking good.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have more things to cross off my list. 🙂