That's what I did today.
I hate coming to the end of a day and having nothing to show for it. Yes, there was laundry done and paper sorted, a book finished, a baby played with. I spent an afternoon with an old college friend that I haven't seen but a handful of times since we graduated. It was wonderful. But at the end of the day, when I'm looking around my home and it is messier after a week of work than it was when I started those feelings of failure rise up and call me lazy.
For a woman who wants to be blessed, lazy is no high achievement.
Oooo! I cleaned out my van while my baby slept in it. Which means it wasn't vacuumed, but it contains significantly less trash.
Still, what is it in us that is always striving for better? The book I read today says that when we are always striving for better it is evidence of God. Because, even on our perfect days, we wish we'd done more. (He said it much more eloquently.)
So, spring break is nearly over, but heck, there is still tomorrow.