week 2

Is it even worth mentioning what my goals were for week 2? Because they didn't get done.

Instead I ... helped the kids go outside in what may possibly be the only snow they get this year (all 1/4 inch of it). I sorted through some clothes. I taught E how to clean the bathroom sinks. I made multiple visits to the "candy store" (long story). I went grocery shopping. I went visiting teaching. I was visit taught. I watched other people's children.

I did get some longer term clean up done, but I can't remember what it was.

Week two was about failing in my organization goals.

But, is this where the glory comes in? I don't feel like a failure, I just feel like as last week unfolded, different things needed to be prioritized.

week 1

January is about having a house of order.

There is so much stuff in my house. Much of it is needed, much of it is loved, and much of it is not. I would like to organize the stuff that is needed/loved and rid ourselves of what is not. I have been wanting to do this ... for a long time, but I've been focused on it/meaning to do it/setting goals about it for about two years now.

I would say "this is the year!" but that doesn't seem likely. I can try though.

So, in order to try, I've set three medium goals a week, with at least one pushing me to do something new or something I haven't done in a long time.

Week 1:
clean entry room
build toddler bed
hang extra coat hooks in entry way

The saga the toddler bed is already noted, but I should add that I am no longer depressed by it, in fact, it makes me laugh. I didn't get any of the other things done either.

I'm not sure I'm failing with glory, but I am failing.

...at putting my house in order.

I'm still getting my kids to school, feeding them, reading with them, having FHE, reading scriptures individually and as a family, doing my calling...

the first try

Failure: 1
Me: 0

I got a toddler bed this weekend from someone in the ward. In my pursuit of trying things, doing things myself, being proactive, I was going to put the bed together myself. I did handy things before I was married. I can still do them.

So, when S and I got home from getting the girls to school we pulled all the pieces upstairs. We pulled out the instructions, and realized we had no hardware.

Failing on try 1. Obviously this is what I get for daring to "fail with glory" but you know what, it didn't feel very glorious. Note to self: ponder what "glory" really means.

I contacted the former owner of the bed, and she said she realized after she got home that she hadn't given me the hardware. So, later that afternoon I drove to her house (getting lost on the way, then almost being late to pick up my girls from school) to get the parts (and return the family pictures that had inadvertently been put with the bed parts).

We raced to get the girls from school, returned home, and the kids and I were going to build a bed! They got out their tool bag. There were tears, because everyone wants to believe the tools are not shared, but are "mine!" But by golly, I was going to build a bed! S and I talked about it. I promised.

As I pulled out the pieces it became clear: we were still missing parts. Fairly essential parts.

And then my time for achieving anything was done. I had to do the daily work of motherhood. No more glorious failures or successes today.

(My good husband made a phone call after he got home and the parts are being mailed to us by the manufacturer. So, he solved the problem for me after all.)