I just wanna bang on my drum all day...

tomorrow's just a day away....

Every day I go to bed thinking tomorrow I'll be a better mom. I'll be more patient. I'll sit down for longer and play a game with more concentration. I'll try harder. I'll be a better friend to my children. It's not that I don't think I try hard every day. I know I do. It's what I try hard to do that weighs on me. Is trying hard to keep the house clean important? Is trying hard to keep food stocked worth driving every other day the 40 minutes to the grocery store? Is trying to figure out naps worth the tears and the fits produced in my sensitive, clingy, changeling daughter?
Is being exhausted in the morning worth the only alone time I get by staying up too late at night? What's worth what?
I suppose everything has it's price. The house, the garden, my sanity, the kid's happiness. I'd like to think all of those things tend to eachother. But of course I've written a few sentences and my newly cribbed son is waking for the third time tonight already. I guess this blog is not worth the tears. Good night.