is harder than you could possibly imagine. Or maybe you CAN imagine it (because you’ve done it). The voices in my head? they’re all arguing right now.
The drill sergeant is yelling “get off yer ass!!!”.
Gentle-me says “you closed Saturday, opened Sunday, and rescued The Teen from certain social disaster between the two” (she’d locked her keys in the car at a gas station).
Logical-me says to develop a plan. A formula. Meals, workout, chores in one tidy schedule that I’ll actually LOOK AT.
Meals: grain, veg, protein. Easy, right? Notsomuch – I’ve pretty much given up on the concept of The Happy Bite. With the texture/sensitivity issues we’re dealing with, insistence on eating an entire serving is required.
Workout: clearly a routine needs to be established. I need to figure out when a workout is possible WITHOUT the room being full of people. Actually, scratch that. I need to CALL and find out if they know when the room will be mostly-empty.
Chores: like most parents, it would be faster if I did everything myself. My new attitude though, is one you may want to adopt for your own family:
I DO NOT LIVE ALONE, I AM NOT CLEANING IT ALONE.
Some chores get done quickly – gathering laundry and unloading the dishwasher are quickly done. Some are regrettable experiences: having The Youngest mop the kitchen ended with dirty water smeared all over and puddles left standing. (Do I do it myself or save up for a Floor Mate? or ___________?)
I know in some ways I’m making it harder than it is. That’s kinda how I roll though…
In blog admin news, I’ve added a “pin it” button” if you’re so inclined. I’m trying to fix things so this blog becomes more of a “social aggregator” for me. I do lead a rather varied online life (insomnia does that to me) and I’m trying to get it so you know I’m alive and well, but mostly unable to come up with +250 words on a topic at any given time.