So I was thinking about self discipline and I decided the difference between the disciplined and the undisciplined is about 30 minutes. Or in other words really not that much. I'm saying this in regards to the Thanksgiving clean up. You know the house was in good condition to start. By the end of the festivities it is like a bit of a hurricane. This is always how it is at any family gathering. After everyone was was gone the kids and Jeremy( who works at 3 a.m.) were ub bed, I sat back thinking, "man I'm tired." I just wanted to veg a little. I thought of my mother, grandmother, and mother-in-law, the ultra disciplined and decided that just 30 minutes would put me back where I started. 30 minutes isn't much and my day tomorrow will be so much better if I do it. I would have been justified in putting it off but I'm happy to report that discipline won out this time and I put in my 30 minutes. I wish discipline always won out, life is so much better when we exercise a little self discipline. The problem is we have to do it in all aspects of life and well it is a balancing act we just have to keep tweaking. If anyone has this art form down, please contact me asap. So grandma, who I have been thinking about lots lately, thanks for your wonderful example of self discipline, maybe one day I will become the women you are. Here is hoping.