I sat at the kitchen table at 9:30 this morning and thought with a sigh, I’ve done nothing today.
Dealing with my son’s depression has led us to a lot of “that’s your brain lying to you” discussions. I suddenly realized I could apply that lesson to me.
Okay….I must have done something this morning. What have I done? (Not counting coffee and quiet time first thing, because that’s not really “work….”)
I got a shower, and got dressed and got my hair done. (I’m a mom. That totally counts.)
I fed both dogs, got them outside, and started a load of laundry.
I ate breakfast, and hung out with my son while he ate breakfast.
I took care of my breakfast dishes and the few other dishes/recycling in the sink.
I wrestled the patio umbrella/patio table back into proper position after the thunderstorm that blew through this morning.
I made an appointment to get my recall-issues car in to be repaired. (That, in itself, involved an unfortunate amount of time online, plus a trip to the car to get the registration with the VIN number/replace the registration with the VIN number. Go me for putting things back.)
I made a fresh pot of coffee and prepped some half-caf in my coffee canister.
I flipped the laundry and started a new load.
I did a quick sweep of the kitchen floor (since the new load was dog towels and I stirred up fur everywhere).
I dealt with a dirty pull-up. (Yes, she’s four. Prayers appreciated.)
I got my littlest breakfast and sat with both my girls while they ate breakfast.
And that, that moment of sitting, of (gasp!) sitting and drinking coffee and enjoying being with my girls, that is when my lying brain snuck in to feed me garbage. She’s having fun! NOW!
For once, I’m not buying it.
PS And now I’ve written a blog post. So there, you lying brain.