Getting Shit Done – Scheduling

Get Shit Done

 

At the beginning of the month, I vowed to get shit done!
And I am happy to say that I did.
Instead of having one giant to do list, I got back in the habit of scheduling individual tasks.
I guess I still have the giant to do list…but rather than let it overwhelm me, I use it simply as a starting point.

I look at my list and determine the crucial tasks and the tasks that can wait, the big tasks and the little tasks.
Then I look at my available time.
With a nine month old who resists naps, my read more

The Portrait Series: 35/52

Portrait 1

 

Taking a break from being silly to be spooky.
Those legs!
Have you come across the We Are All Uncool Instagram feed?
Its aim is to make social media more genuine and realistic.
I suppose, as an avid social media user, I understand that what I see on Instagram is simply a snapshot.
It is one little square of that person’s life…lives are made up of hundreds of little squares and they are showing just one.
But even recognising this, it is easy to get swept up in the beauty of those little read more

The One

The One

 

It occurred to me the other day that what I cherish most about being a mother is being The One.
The one who he picks flowers for.
The one who she reaches for.
The one who gets the first kiss in the morning and the last kiss at night.
But I also resent being The One.
The one who fields the complaints.
The one who keeps track of dentist appointments.
The one who feels like she is responsible for steering the family ship and is tired of holding the wheel by herself.
The one read more

The Portrait Series: 34/52

Portrait 1

 

 Someone needs a hair cut.  Actually I need a hair cut too!
Testing to see if the screen door is sturdy enough to pull herself up on.  Although even if it wasn’t, she would have tried to pull herself up anyway!
I heard on Friday that a local child care centre has a spot for Lyddie.
I wasn’t expecting her to get a place until January and so I am not at all prepared to separate from her or to go back to work.
If I knew that we would have a spot come January, I would say no to read more

Pause

Pause

 

I had forgotten how intense the first year is.
How you end up pausing your life because you are nurturing a new life.
There is always someone or something demanding your attention.
While some days I relish the role of mother, lately I have been feeling spent.
I reach the end of the day without anything to give anyone…including myself.
Often I happily collapse on the couch with a glass of red wine and an episode of Orange Is The New Black.
Occasionally I feel resentful or read more