Today I fell victim to a pretty severe case of what's the point-itis and have had to work at once again finding the reason to, as they so hokily say, keep on keeping on.

To illustrate this shift in perspective, I present the following scenarios (all done in the embarrassingly frequent times of self talk that I engage in) :

1)  Whats the point, they're just gonna mess it up anyway.  Maybe if I just leave it a certain state of filth will take over that they will either adjust to (which would eliminate the need for future cleaning) or rebel against (which may get them off their lazy buttooskies).  Either way it's a win—win.

2) The point?  The point is that you cannot exist in this filth. It's not kidding when you say you might die of mess.  That's a real and documented affliction!  No one else on Earth has to kick her way through trucks and tools and lumber and dolls to get to the bathroom. No one I say!  Clean it or DIE!!!  Plus, when Oprah comes out of retirement to interview you or Publisher's Clearing house comes a knocking, do you really want to open he door to that?  That's what I thought.

1) What's the point, I just keep getting fatter anyway.  Besides, who's looking at my maternal arse anyway.  I might as well live it up Gilbert Grape style until they come to airlift me out.

2) The point can be summed up in multiple groupings of two words.  Listen closely, genius.  Fat A$$. Stress relief.  More donuts. Paid membership. And, most importantly, ALONE TIME!  Now get moving! Plus, what are the paparazzi going to say when you finally achieve greatness—you DO NOT want them focusing on those thighs and that belly.  Get moving!

1) What's the point.  I already figured out that I suck at my job of choice.  I might as well quit school now.  What good is an extra degree when all I do is sit home with kids.

2) The point, my dear, is that you are not "volunteer" material, which is what is left for you if you don't get your donut loving butt in gear and work for the career you want!  Otherwise I have some scary words for you:  Soccer Mom. Plus, you cannot achieve world domination (both financially and/or emotionally) if you choose to sit on your couch wallowing—every paragraph read leads you one step closer to greatness.

I could go on with the many other ridiculous arguments that I engage with myself in throughout the day, but I fear I'd bore you.  The point of what I am trying to say (or at least convince myself) is that once you lose sight of the "big picture" of the day to day life of parenting it can get down right depressing.

Sure I often engage of delusions of grandeur and downright denial to get through the tough days, but those are what help the bad days carry with them a sweet promise of future success.

So here's to all of you out there who are going through the motions along with me.  Lift your glass to your undercover greatness for together we will soon be taking over the world!