I accepted the job. I am looking forward to giving my notice on Monday morning, first thing. Why wait around?
I have accepted that although I might deny it from time to time, my children are good eaters. In the past week, they have eaten—with great relish—hummus (by the spoonful!); pizza with spinach and mozzarella on whole-wheat crust; brown rice balls with feta, parsley, and spinach; pomegranate; pasta with tuna, lemon, capers, garlic, and parsley; and whole-wheat/banana/raisin/oatmeal cookies. They've eaten plenty of other things, too, like crackers, applesauce, yogurt, pears, and other stereotypical toddler fare, but the other items surprised and pleased me. Go, babies!
I have accepted that at age 36 and as the single parent of two very active toddlers, two beers is one too many.
I have accepted that at age 36 and as the single parent of two very active toddlers, a little makeup does, in fact, make me feel better on the inside and make me look better on the outside. By better I mean less tired, less stressed, and less old.
I have accepted that at age 36 and as the single parent of two very active toddlers who are currently not winning any awards in the category of Sleep, caffeine does, in fact, have a place in my life, and that's OK.
I am trying to accept that I need to figure out a way to make regular exercise a part of my life, even if it means sacrificing something else. My mental health would improve if I did this, not to mention my physical health.
I am trying to accept that I really need to make a budget and stick to it.
I am trying to accept that John really is gone forever. Just yesterday, I had one of those days when about ten things made me think, "Oh, I can't wait to get home and tell John that!" Sigh.