We are in the throes of potty-learning over here, and the need for constant vigilance has overruled my need to write. To be honest, I'm frustrated that I haven't been able to keep up blogging this week; I'm still overwhelmed with trying to figure out how to juggle All The Things.
Potty training, believe it or not, has provided plenty of fodder for a blog post on seeing Jesus...but at 11:19PM, I'm pretty sure everyone in my family would be better served if I went to bed instead of working on a coherent post about it. I'm still just as much a night owl as I was in high school and college, but the difference is, I can't sleep in like I used to be able to back then--and when I stay up late, although I feel fine at the time, I pay for it over the next several days.
I could get discouraged about my failure to accomplish this 31 Days challenge. But I think a better perspective is to realize that while I have not blogged 23 times this month, I *have* blogged about three times as much as I would have if I hadn't been attempting the challenge.
As I have preached to myself and encouraged others dozens of times over the last several months, we can get discouraged about how far we have to go and how huge our screw-ups have been, or we can acknowledge how far we've come and celebrate progress no matter how small the steps.
So with that...good night. I'm hoping to get in some good writing time tomorrow while Jude's Mom's Day Out teacher deals with the hourly bathroom trips :)
[This post is part of the series "31 Days of Seeing Jesus"--click here for a list of all posts.]