Toby and I agree on two big things (we might agree on a couple other items, but I can’t think of what they are at the moment): we both get to chase our Big Dream, and we both want someone home with Roper as he grows up. Toby’s Big Dream is to build a log home on the property and mine was to quit engineering to become a full-time writer. DOING and DONE. Sort of.
Luckily, my Big Dream dovetails nicely with having someone at home full-time with Roper. I am incredibly grateful that I have this opportunity. Most days. Even though Roper is the BEST BABY ON THE PLANET, my “working from home” has become a euphemism for “unproductive dithering.” This is what I remember about yesterday, minus a lot of the mundane tasks of being a mom and trying to run a business:
6:30 Jump out of bed and commence the Modified Stationary Panic (MSP). My mind is immediately overloaded by how many things I need to accomplish. Head downstairs to my newly re-located office (the kitchen table – my former office was converted into a foul-smelling nursery) and review my calendar. Resume MSP.
6:45 Start coffee machine and get Roper’s meals prepped for the day. Realize I’m running dangerously low on baby food. Start carrots cooking on the stove.
6:50 Run numbers for different life insurance policies. Send Toby an email with the numbers, my preference of plans and a stern declaration that he’s NOT ALLOWED TO DIE. EVER. OR I WILL KILL HIM A SECOND TIME.
7:00 Reduce email inbox from 67 emails to 18 emails. TADOW! Respond to three evites saying something along the lines of “We’re a maybe….depends on the house building fiasco”
8:00 Facilitate a fight about medical bills between our health insurance and the hospital
9:00 Call Peter to schedule an interview for an article I’m writing for The Good Life magazine. Have a hard time hearing him over Roper’s shrieking. Don’t have the heart to tell him that the The Loudness will probably accompany me to the interview.
9:15 Make a list of interview questions about Penny-farthings. Get distracted by internet info about this crazy hobby.
9:30 Send out a reminder email to a couple of writing buddies about our meeting tomorrow. Hope and pray that they will cancel. Just in case, I start working on a piece I can read aloud to them for critique.
10:00 Andy calls to postpone our phone discussion by an hour. Woohoo – a surprise hour! Yes, this is an hour I already had, but it somehow feels like a gift. Don’t try to figure me out, people.
10:03 Corral Roper and a bunch of toys in the bathroom with me. Jump in shower.
10:04 Realize Roper is playing in the toilet. Fervently hope I flushed it.
10:05 Realize I need to lock the cabinet with the cleaning supplies. Or throw them away since I never use them. Hope the caps are on tight.
10:06 Make a deliberate effort to NOT investigate what made that horrible crashing noise.
10:07 Make a mental note to schedule a vasectomy for Toby. Make a mental note to get a real job, OUTSIDE of the home.
10:08 Give up, get out of shower half-rinsed and half-shaved. Notice that the bathroom is totally flooded because Roper kept opening the shower curtain while I was in there. Throw Toby’s towel onto the newly formed lake and leave bathroom with child in tow
10:09 Change and feed The Loudness. Read him a story so fast I sound like I’m one of the Chipmunks. Put him down for a nap. Hope his stupid tooth comes in while he’s sleeping
10:35 Work on my piece for the writing group
10:57 Weird smell. Remember the carrots on the stove? Neither did I.
11:00 Talk with Andy about creating a Facebook page for WenatcheeOutdoors.org
11:03 Turn the baby monitor OFF so Andy can’t hear the howling over the phone
11:45 Finish up the phone call. Shovel food in my face for 20 minutes while looking at other business pages on Facebook. Am blown away again by the pervasiveness of it all.
12:00 Wonder where the 31 new emails came from and if I can just delete them all without reading or responding to them.
12:01 Back to writing. Daydream a little about the writing cabin I’m going to build on our property. Property….crap! Make a note to send out an email about a work party at the property for July 4th.
12:02 Back to writing.
12:45 Turn the baby monitor back on and hear howling. Wonder if he’s been howling the whole time….
12:47 Receive email that I was mistaken and that my writing group is meeting NEXT week. YES! Another week of procrastination! Now I can concentrate on paid work…
12:48 Rescue Roper from himself (still no tooth) Strap him in his car seat, facing the wall and give him his bottle. This is the only way I can keep him STILL and FOCUSED.
12:50 Pack up for our field trip to Smallwood’s.
It’s that last line of the schedule that really matters. We spent the afternoon at Smallwood’s Harvest with two of Roper’s little girlfriends and three of my girlfriends. Sure, I only got about two hours of work done in the first six hours of my day, but I got to spend the ENTIRE afternoon focused only on Roper. As focused as I get, at any rate. I don’t want to talk about the two (TWO!) biting incidents at the petting zoo. That was a mean-spirited goose who was using my distraction to his advantage. I have no excuse for the biting goat incident. I’m just glad we weren’t at an alligator farm.
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