Another Friday morning, although it feels a little wrong to say that already. A midweek holiday leaves me feeling not quite right until the Sunday reset.

More irritating viruses have invaded our house, fresh for the 2019 season. Coughing, upset stomach and the like, it feels unexpected and yet like it never left.

Day 4 of my new year, new me. Already finding places where the goals may struggle and fall by the wayside. Life gets in the way, after all.

I was going to exercise with my coffee today. But my coffee maker is trying to kill me, and my youngest feels that the house “is dirty” (it is) and that he needs to clean it (please, please don’t make it worse!)

And so, instead of invigorating exercise, I’m supervising an almost-four-year-old at six am who seriously wants to spray the swiffer. I learned a few things today. Other than ramming it into unsuspecting cats, which I knew would happen, I did not realize that it is possible to make a floor dirtier by cleaning until I had children.

I would love to start getting them to help with clean up, but other than closely supervised, easy tasks, it is still far easier to do everything quickly myself, preferably with no one else around. Is this something that will change in 2019? Or by the time they can clean, they’ll fight me tooth and nail to avoid?

Morning musings on a first Friday, instant coffee in hand as I watch my small Mr. Clean destroy the hardwood.

Maybe next year,

Maybe in the next decade.