Not Working

I like to plan. I like to plan more than I like to put my plans into practice. So I end up procrastinating actually doing what's on my plan to keep planning. Nothing gets done that way.

Another hitch in my planning is that my plans are dependent on the sleeping schedules of two other little people. And like the Heisenberg uncertainty principle, once you enter the situation and try to measure or categorize what's going on, you change it.

So of course just when I thought I had a good schedule going with my toddler, my baby decides it's time to start crawling. She doesn't want to sleep any more -- she wakes herself up and wants to crawl around the bed.

My hopes for the organization and high that come with working isn't materializing yet. But it may be that I'm just having an off day: it's raining, so no park for the kids; I slept in, so I lost a few hours; and I've been procrastinating up a storm, so I lost a few more hours.

Argh. Ok. Deep breath. Don't linger worrying about what you didn't do perfectly. What can I do now to get back on track?

• Check my schedule
• At least I am dressed and so are my kids.
• Figure out what to do with Maggie to wear her out for her nap.
• Start dinner in the crock pot.
• Look at budget and plan for a couple of extra expenses tonight.
• Write like mad as soon as the kids are sleeping.

Deep breath.

Here I go.

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The Microwaved-Coffee Cycle

Pour morning coffee. Get sidetracked and forget to drink it.

Stumble upon 3/4-full cup sometime later.

Sip. Too cold; doesn't taste right. Microwave.

Sip. Still doesn't taste right; lukewarm. Intend to keep drinking it, but forget.

Sip. Too cold; doesn't taste right. Microwave.

Sip. Too hot, burnt my tongue, and still doesn't taste right. Forget about it.

Reach for 1/2-full cup again.

Sip. Too cold; doesn't taste right. Microwave....
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There's Peanut Butter Expanding into a Grease Spot on My Wall

So, Happy Mother's Day!

There's unfolded (and some folded) laundry on my coffee table.
A pile of unmatched socks on the chair.
Cheerios crunch beneath my feet.
There's a lot of whining in my house (and my kids aren't the only culprits).

Happy Mother's Day!

There are dishes in my sink.
My daughter's poopy diaper exploded onto the chair.
My daughter is wearing her last diaper.
I need to go to the store to buy more diapers -- and I am not dressed, nor have I finished my coffee. (P.S. I have to walk... Husband has the car.)

Happy Mother's Day!

There is laundry in the dryer three flights of stairs below me.
Correction, it is probably in a heap on a table by now.
But at least we have relatively clean sheets on our beds.
And my bedroom looks pretty nice without piles of clothes on the bed frame and the baby's swing.

Happy Mother's Day!

A friend is coming to visit in an hour.
Did I mention I am not dressed, have to go to the store, and have one remaining diaper?
So why am I on the computer?
When was the last time I showered?

Happy Mother's Day!

We're having grilled cheese for lunch with that friend.
We have no bread -- I really do have to go to the store.
My daughter will bring home rocks for her rock jar while we are out.
I used to paint rocks and give them to my Mom for Mother's Day.

Happy Mother's Day!

My two-year-old is singing "Christ is Risen" from our Easter service in its entirety, over and over. She learned it so quickly!
The baby let me sleep in for an extra hour this morning.
The Angle cried to the Lady, full of grace, "Rejoice! Your son is risen from his three days in the tomb!"
Christ is Risen!

Happy Mother's Day!

Try Again?

And today I try a different writing preparation tactic: I am in my pajamas, last night's dinner dishes and this morning's breakfast ones mingle in the sink, crumbs are on my counters and table. And I write while I can! Because if I leave it too long it just might take over my life!

And my husband and kids miss me....