Motivation

Just thinking about that word a lot lately.

It is true that, as a mom, my main motivation is love... 

in my best moments

and even in some of my bad ones.

I know the love is still there in abundance

however

the motivation is lacking.

It's like my tank of motivation is empty and 

I need to do something or go somewhere to fill it up.

The problem is

I just don't know where one fills that particular kind of tank up.

It is the tank that motivates me to do laundry, dishes, fix meals, clean up mud rooms, get the dust off the base boards, organize the office or go through the two foot tall stack of mail and misc papers littering my desk.

 

It is the tank that motivates me to help resolve disagreements, explain something complicated, or, 

heaven forbid, 

repeat myself.

  

It's also the tank that motivates me to 

tolerate the moans and groans I receive after asking children to pick up after them selves, 

brush their teeth, do chores or tell them what is for dinner.

I think it is an important tank.

I'd pay big money for this kind of high octane gas.

Sometimes I think this gas is hidden in chocolate somewhere.
But it isn't.

That is where I found a double chin though... 

just in case you were looking for one.