Before I became a mom and moved back to the suburbs, my idea of success was somewhere along the lines of seeing my name in lights or at least above the title. Two years and a baby later, I am in the process of redefining my dream, finding the joy in being the “local talent,” and discovering new measurements of success.
- A day without dog pee or poop on the floor.
- Pumping at least four ounces of milk.
- Getting a shower.
- Moving Scarlett from my lap to her crib without waking her.
- Two hours without any fussing.
- Sleeping for six hours at a stretch.
- Not needing that third cup of coffee, just really wanting it.
- Fitting back into my clothes, having taken off all of my pregnancy weight.
- Leaving the house to do something fun, even if it’s just going to the mall. Or the Olive Garden.
- Making Scarlett laugh.