The last 24 hours was a blur. For the first time in my whole parenthood journey, all three kids have camp 9-3 all week. Last night as the sun was setting, I made my mental list of all that I was going to accomplish in the next 24 hours. Except for my work hours, I have all the time that I am usually homeschooling to myself for housework and projects, so the plan goes.
I only got a small fraction of that list accomplished. So many unexpecteds happened today. I'm habitually someone who reminds myself of all that I don't do, but I'm trying to shift that narrative and be glad for what I did do.
Four loads of laundry, some gardening, some wood stripping and homemade sour dough pizza is not nothing. Not what I expected, but still not nothing.