I am so tired. I am amazing myself lately with what I can do, and do well, while holding a five month old baby, but it is perhaps even more amazing what I can do on a spectacularly inadequate amount of sleep. I feel like I'm not doing anything well, and doing some very important things poorly. I snap too easily at my older kids, I don't get tasks around the house accomplished and I'm not getting out much.
On the other hand, laundry is getting done. Nutritious meals are being prepared with food I went out and got at the grocery store, sometimes with three children under the age of five in tow. Dishes get done most of the time. I do play with my kids. They are discovering a love of baking, as am I, and that's a hobby I can share with them, one that doesn't have to wait until they're sleeping or otherwise occupied. And I'm not just turning on the TV to keep them occupied. Maybe instead of beating myself up over what's not getting done, or not being done as well as I'd like, I should take a look at the wonderful things I'm doing, and celebrate the fact that at the end of the day, the kids are healthy, we're all well-fed, and the house is still standing.