Measuring Success

I couldn't figure out why I felt a measure of success today considering I was getting next to nothing done. The laundry sat unwashed, undried, unfolded and unputaway. The house was a mess. Beds weren't made. The kitchen was a wreck. The baby was fussy. Lunch was late. And then I remembered why I felt successful: my dishwasher had been unloaded and reloaded!

Never mind that it did take close to 4 hours to get done. But, no wonder I felt accomplished when it was finally finished.