What's up, Buttercup?

I love that my little musings are just out there...where anyone could see, but no one does. It's like being a medium-sized tree in a vast forest. Not the tallest, commanding respect and awe. Not the smallest, requiring special delicate care. Just medium. Not what I used to be, and not yet what I'm going to be...unless there's a fire tomorrow...in which case, this is as good as it gets.

I've been having a recurring thought: I need to be the kind of mom my kids deserve. Like, if I were going to choose a mom for them, what sorts of things would I require? Am I those things? Honestly, no. My kids deserve structure and routine. They deserve to be praised every day. They deserve quality education.

I procrastinate and fall into idleness. So do they. It drives me crazy. I have to LEAD them out of it, I can't PUSH them.

Today, just today, I'm going to be the mom my kids deserve.

We'll see about tomorrow.