I meant to post an insightful essay inspired by The Third Eve’s recent amazing post on what is a Good Mother.
However, both kids and both parents have a cold at ye olde Anthrohaus, so my energy level is not matching my intentions. And I’m not sure my brain cells are getting enough oxygen: I almost wrote “inciteful” in the first sentence of this post.
I will say that I think I was a medium-good mother today. I don’t recall any major yelling or getting frustrated, I cooked dinner (including the best biscuits I’ve ever made, go figure), and the kids were in bed by 7 pm (with Anthropapa’s help, of course). I even read two long stories to the kids this afternoon, despite my clogged, throbbing sinuses and dried-out throat. And I even did some editing this morning.
Now, to bed.