Yesterday I worked a bit harder than usual. I think it was mostly psychological, the same as when I exercise to earn the bowl of ice cream, but then can't eat it for fear of having wasted all that time, energy, and sweat. So I cleaned my entire kitchen, which had been quite filthy, I vacuumed, I washed, folded, and put away laundry, I did some rearranging of my tiny home to make it feel a bit larger, I read to my girls...basically, I did many of the things that I spoke about in The Challenge a couple of days ago. And today, I managed to wake up at six again, sore and happy. I read my Bible, prayed my prayers, stretched my back, and now I'm readying myself for another day of this blessed challenge called motherhood. Lord, prepare me. I am weak, but He makes me strong. And now, it’s 6:43, and my sweet little Adelaide is making her way down the stairs. Someone’s going to have to teach her how to tell time.