This Post Is Coming To You From The Bathroom Floor of A Hotel Room

I’m sitting on the bathroom floor of a hotel room in Long Island writing a blog post at 9:49 pm on a Friday night because I am here for a swim meet with Numbers 4, 5 and 7.

And I have challenged myself to write a blog post every day at least for the month of December.

When I first started writing the blog I wrote every single day for the first three years.

I think I may have missed one day out of over 1000 days.

Then something happened and I didn’t write a post and then it was two days and then it was three days and for the last three years I’ve been kind of in limbo trying to figure out what the heck I was doing.

As soon as I miss that first day, it is very easy for things to seriously go downhill from there for me.

Surgery last February derailed me again a little bit, and then I recommitted.

It was still hit or miss, but I got back into a more regular routine this summer, and now I really want to get back to — and stick with — daily blogging.

It just works better for me that way.

So we left this morning for a three day swim meet.

Just the girls.

And it’s nice to be able to have this time with just the girls because that pretty much never happens.

But the day was a little busier than usual with getting ready to go and driving an hour and a half to the hotel, plus getting three kids to and from the pool and unpacking all our stuff and getting everyone fed and blowing up air mattresses and getting the girls situated and finally into bed has been kind of tiring.

So here I sit.

Braless and on the bathroom floor of the hotel room with the door closed and my laptop propped up on a bag full of towels with my eyeballs burning because I’m so tired.

This is kind of like the Seinfeld of all blog posts.

Because it’s pretty much a post about nothing.

And I’m too tired to proofread, so if there are mistakes, they are staying.

BUT EITHER WAY, IT’S STILL A POST.

I’m still on a post a day role, for the most part.

This is how habits become (re) established.

YOU JUST KEEP SHOWING UP.

Sometimes you may do a shitty job.

Sometimes you don’t.

But every day you can check that habit off the list is another day closer you are to it being pretty much automatic.

This applies to all habits. Eating, exercising, organizing, whatever.

Just keep showing up.

Even if it means showing up braless on the floor of the bathroom in a hotel room in Long Island.

So there.

Even this post about nothing had a tiny little message for you in it.

And with that, I’m off to sleep in style and comfort on my air mattress.

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