Considerate

Last night was miserable. After we got the kids in bed (by the way, this routine of putting them down at 7pm is working wonderfully), I sat down to do homework. I spent several hours on it without feeling like I was making progress or understanding the material. I wound up worn out, hungry, and on the verge of shutting down thanks to a massive headache. What else to do but consider myself a failure?

(This is interesting because lately I’ve moved away from the idea of failure. A lot of people are afraid of failing {myself included}, but I’d realized that for most of life, failing isn’t such a big deal. There’s a lot of wiggle room. When I get tired, though, I don’t think as rationally.)

The Romgi was so nice. He kept offering to go out and get some Dunfords for me, which I refused partly because I’m trying to eat less junk food and partly because in my miserable state I felt like I didn’t deserve the happiness that comes from donuts. (Truly sad!) I finally fell asleep, and when the kids woke up this morning, the Romgi got up with them – even though he’s been home sick with a sinus infection. He let me sleep in until 10am! Is that guy considerate or what?

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