By my standards, today was a perfect day. I scored four and didn't even suffer Mom guilt. In fact, I played three rounds of board games, read a chapter of Harry Potter to the big kids, two picture books to the little guy, and was on-hand in the evening for bath duty. I ran 6.5 miles to counter-balance my Reese's peanut butter egg transgressions, got some guitar practice in (still working on Pasty Cline), did a load of laundry, a smidge of yard work, and cleaned the kitchen twice. Can I get an Amen?
But the thing I'm most proud of today is that I wrote. It wasn't the day's most important activity, but it was the hardest.