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“Do one good thing every day that scares you.” –Eleanor Roosevelt
I woke up today with a profound eagerness for 
accomplishment. I felt inspired, motivated, energized. Today, I was going to accomplish something great, something lasting. Something that would make the world just a touch better than it was before.
As I was sitting and feeding my smallest daughter I noticed one of her nostrils blocked by a large, wet mucus plug. I tried to gently wrest it from it’s home. It was determined to stay. My daughter struggled, cried, insistent on keeping one of the few achievements she’d created in her short life. Her fierce writhing screamed, “No, no! I made this myself! This is mine, mine!”
As she was wailing my toddler chimed in, requesting one of her favorite treats, a tube of frozen yogurt (which we call ‘cold lollies’), in an increasingly unrelenting tone: I wanna cold lolly, Mommy. I wanna cold lolly, Mommy. I wanna cold lolly, Mommy! I wanna cold lolly, Mommy! I WANNA COLD LOLLY, MOMMY! She screamed this just as I managed to pop the offending plug from the baby’s nose and I immediately jumped up to procure said treat.
In doing so I noticed the dishwasher was still full of clean dishes and with a ‘can-do’ attitude I decided this would be my first conquest of the day. With brisk, self-reliant efficiency I neatly and quickly consigned crockery and silverware to their proper places. As I tucked the last mug safely in its familiar spot I suddenly realized that I had never actually washed my hands.
I looked down at them, up at my cabinets which now housed secret smears of infant-nose secretions, then back down again and thought, ‘Ah well, tomorrow is another day.’
JMGajda 
Okay, so now I checked in my official “Reader” for those I follow and this DOES indeed appear as a new and separate posting. So maybe disregard what I said previously. Maybe.
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I had already been thinking of changing things when I went to bed last night, and when I saw your comment this morning I thought, “Wow! And she reads minds, too? Ah-mazing!”
Basically, I was throwing a hissy fit at WordPress since it only allows you to post to your main page. You can’t make a Blog page and then have posts show up there. As some snarky person in the [un]Help section of some thing I came across randomly said, “That’s like asking to put a post on a post” to which I thought “If you can reply to a reply or put a sticky note on top of a sticky note . . .” Then I sent her death-thoughts and hoped her next dye job went horribly, horribly wrong.
So, I had a static front page because I wanted it to look a certain way, long story long, it didn’t work out the way I hoped, so I changed it.
I’m sorry, what were we talking about again . . .
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You have my undying admiration. A mom of one – no, a mom of more than one, tending to a household and finding the time and energy to write. Big like from me.
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Thank you! Your kind words are greatly appreciated.
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