We’re entering week three of kindergarten and week two of preschool, and I still haven’t settled into a routine. I didn’t expect it to happen right away, but we’ve had some hiccups along the way, like Claire being sick the two days after Labor Day and Zoe, the world’s tiniest dictator, being with me the first week and every Tuesday/Thursday.
So knocking on wood that everyone will remain healthy and go to school as planned in the coming week, but I still fear my own disorganization will get in the way of any productivity. I have deadlines coming up, blog posts I want to write, things I need to do around the house, and things I just plum want to do because I’m a grown up and I can do whatever I want, dammit!
Things I need to do
Meal plan (my least favorite, so if you have any good Pinterest dinner boards, leave me the link in the comments!)
Clean kids rooms/clear out old toys and clothes
Clean my room/clear out junk
Clean splatters off kitchen walls
I should probably just put “set fire to the house” on the list.
Things I want to do
Write a million blog posts about stuff that crosses my mind when I’m normally bogged down with kids
Hunt for the perfect pair of jeans
Finish Orange is the New Black and start on Doctor Who
Check out the “new” H&M store that I still haven’t visited even though it opened almost a year ago
Read a book
NAP (because I really can’t read without getting sleepy anyway. It’s the logical next step)
What I’ll probably actually do
Spend way too much time on Facebook
Start a million blog posts but get distracted by something shiny (ahem, Facebook)
Stay current on my 12 Words With Friends games
Go to the store every day for “that thing I forgot”
Eat ALL the Pirate’s Booty
I hold myself under a lot of pressure to remain productive on these kids days. I feel like it’s how I need to “earn my keep” in a way. So bless you to my friends Vanessa and Manya who told me that I had better not cook, clean, or grocery shop, and that I was well overdue for an entire day or nothing. My friend Elizabeth told me to have a glass of wine. I love my friends.
But after this week (because a girl needs an adjustment period, amirite?), if you see me hanging out on Facebook or waist deep in a Costco sized bag of Pirate’s Booty, smack me upside the head and tell me to get to work. Or at least tell me to take a nap.