My regular readers will know that I usually have more bad to say about myself than good but today I'm feeling quite studly so I'm going to give myself props. I got a lot accomplished this morning, and all on my own, of course.

This morning I:

*Packed two lunches
*Made two lunches
*Took a shower
*Gave JZ a shower
*Rinsed Madalyn from the neck down in the shower
*Got all four of us dressed and groomed to walk out the door
*Took the trash out to the curb

This was all before we left the house at 8:40 a.m. Then I:

*Got both kids to school on time.
*Went to the health department and got Eliza's shots (which I hate and dread doing).
*Went to my FIL's house and borrowed some money so I now have cash to get snacks for JZ's class on Wednesday, pick up my drycleaning and various other things. (We have bunches of money due to come in over the next couple of weeks but, while we're waiting, I'm a bit short).
*Picked myself up some breakfast.

Now I'm back home. I've eaten and changed into comfy clothes. Eliza has had her Tylenol and is sleeping off the trauma of being stabbed in the leg three times and I'm feeling smugly self-satisfied. It's not really the quantity of things I got done, since I know lots of people do that much stuff every morning; it's the fact that I did it all by myself and did it pretty well. A lot of the time I feel like I'm in survival mode around here, where I'm just doing the absolute basics to get us through the week till Robert comes home. So when I break out of that it reminds me that I truly am self-sufficient and that I CAN do this, and I feel pretty proud of myself. And since I can't often say that I have to revel in it when it does happen. I think I do a pretty good job around here handling things on my own.