I have read hundreds of them…
The blog posts where the mom lists out her goals for the week, for the month, for the year. Then the subsequent posts where the mom updates you on her progress for the week, for the month, for the year.
The truth is, I love them.
I love seeing all the planning, the progress, and the getting it done.
Encouraging…and oddly a bit of an escape.
When I read blog posts like these, it feels a bit like dreaming about how it could be. Like in another world, I could have a plan for reading more books, and writing love notes to my husband.
I think these bloggers are on to something. I really do. Writing down your goals, breaking them into small, doable steps, and recording progress is just plain smart.
It’s just that sometimes, their lives and their lists of goals seem foreign, like they are in a completely different culture, in a land far far away.
My goals are not necessarily better or worse – just so very different.
So, in the interest of leveling the playing field for us mommas living with unusual circumstances, and to have a little fun in the crazy that is our day-to-day, I am sharing my real life goals, for my very real life.
Shawna’s Goals for the Week:
1. Don’t lose my ever lovin’ crap over the insurance company requiring another form before they will reimburse the 50% they cover for our Occupational Therapist.
2. Don’t forget, after spending three hours to finally track down the right form, to send in the form.
3. Try to find a way to keep my son from melting down when we don’t go to the fish store on Thursday.
4. Go to the fish store on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday.
5. Text my husband and remind him that I spent all the money he earned last week on fish tank supplies and medical bills. Include heart emojjii.
6. Clean the area behind the toilet in the boys’ bathroom.
7. Put the chicken in the crock pot! It does you no good to remember to put the chicken in the crock pot 30 mins. before dinner. I repeat, put the chicken in the crock pot.
8. For the love, take a shower.
9. Clean the area behind the toilet in the boys’ bathroom. Again.
10. Take a moment and count my blessings – because the truth is, this is my life. The most sacred moments are often the ones right in front of us, ticking by, every day. I love these boys, I love this man, and I love this life.
…no matter what might be behind the toilet in the boys’ bathroom.