Now I Ain't Sayin' She a Goal Digger...

This past weekend was basically uneventful in the way that we did nothing more than play with Amelia's toys, take naps, and eat lots of food....but it was definitely a good one for the books. The low key type of weekends are my favorite. When you have nothing better to do than take silly selfies with your favorite little girl, then life is good.

When we weren't loading my phone up with self portraits, I kept myself busy "momming" it up in the kitchen. I had a moment this weekend when I was simultaneously fixing dinner, washing dishes, taking out the garbage, washing a load of towels, and entertaining Amelia when I said to myself...

"Self, you are a total bad...butt."

Keeping it PG around here for you, folks. But seriously, this mom business is no Sunday stroll in the park...but it is oh so rewarding.

All that brewing self-confidence in my momming abilities this weekend has kindled those old familiar feelings to emerge which make me want to crush goals like train for a marathon and budget my money like a boss and write novels and leap from building to building in a single bound. You know. Stuff like that.

Every now and then, I think about my big life goals...if you've been reading here for a while, you might remember when I wrote about them here. But as a quick recap, basically all I want to do before I die is the following: get married, have a baby, buy a house, graduate from college, write a book, run a marathon, and buy a Jeep. That's it. Seven goals. I've accomplished 3 and a half of those so far and never stop thinking about the unfinished half.

But instead of getting down on myself for not accomplishing a few things on my bucket list yet, what this past weekend SHOULD have taught me is that I am already crushing it just with my every day shuffle. Fixing dinner, washing dishes, doing laundry, and taking care of the best little girl in the world is a huge accomplishment in itself.

And if anyone wants to buy me a Jeep to show their appreciation for this accomplishment...well, that would be okay with me.

Keep your head up my fellow goal-crushing mama bears. You're all total bad butts.