This was our first week of real life since Tyler was born. Tim went back to work, the boys started school, and I had to get dinner on the table each night. At this moment all four little Ws are napping and Tim will be home shortly after they wake up, so I'm declaring this first week finished.
It went well, actually. My attitude was significantly better this week than it's been in months. I think that feeling well physically (no gargantuan stomach, aching back, or fresh incision), having structure to our days (oh, how I love order and routine), and a few new tricks I'm trying (I'll get back to you about those on another day) have made a big difference in my outlook on life. And naps. Can't forget the power of a nap for a mom who gets up a couple times a night to lactate!
My house is messy, I haven't checked science worksheets or math, I have unfinished projects, some of our meals came from the freezer, and there were only four days in the week, so it's not like I was some overachiever or anything. But I was an achiever. A fairly happy and content achiever. I consider that success.