NaBloPoMo Day #3
“I ‘m having trouble connecting!”
I yelled this out to my staff this A.M. . What I really meant was that my little hand held computer was having trouble connecting to the main computer.
But as I yelled it to the world it was a realization to myself as well. Busy with home and chores and now with NaBloPpoMo I am getting more and more disconnected with my life and everything is becoming a task. I tend to do this and then can’t quite figure out why I’m all amped up
Tasking Tasking Tasking.
Wake up- Check
Wake the kids up- Check
Drink coffee- Check
Make lunches- Check
Kiss husband goodbye- Check
Walk kids to bus stop- Check
Visit with neighbors- Check
Take shower – Check
Drop youngest at preschool- Check
See clinic, follow up labs, chart- Check, Check and Check
Go grocery shopping- Check
Pick youngest up at preschool- Check
Pick up kids at bus stop- Check
Make delicious and healthy meal- Check
Eat said meal- Check
Give baths to kids- Check
Check homework- Double Check
Read to kids and tuck into bed- A Relieved Check
I do eat and do laundry, occasionally work out and forget to clean the bathroom..
After the kids are down, I crawl into bed and read for a while. Lately I hear the TV on way in the distant living room but make no attempt to go and watch and talk with my husband.
Tasking Tasking Tasking.
I squeeze in little moments to think, to write, to collect myself.
Even some of this I wrote on a paper towel, while crouched over the sink in my office bathroom.
It’s the only place I am guaranteed privacy. At work is it unthinkable to bother someone in the bathroom. At home I’m free game.
Last night my dream was about a crocodile that wouldn’t stop chasing me. My dream sister let it eat her pinkies as a snack and this assuaged the beast and we got away.
How depressing.
See this is why I like to write because when I woke up this morning I would have thought it was any other day. Now I know I need to breath in between my tasks and keep writing.
I feel better. A warning for all those crocodiles- “No more pinkies for snacks!”
NaBloPoMo Day #3
“I ‘m having trouble connecting!”
I yelled this out to my staff this A.M. . What I really meant was that my little hand held computer was having trouble connecting to the main computer.
But as I yelled it to the world it was a realization to myself as well. Busy with home and chores and now with NaBloPpoMo I am getting more and more disconnected with my life and everything is becoming a task. I tend to do this and then can’t quite figure out why I’m all amped up
Tasking Tasking Tasking.
Wake up- Check
Wake the kids up- Check
Drink coffee- Check
Make lunches- Check
Kiss husband goodbye- Check
Walk kids to bus stop- Check
Visit with neighbors- Check
Take shower – Check
Drop youngest at preschool- Check
See clinic, follow up labs, chart- Check, Check and Check
Go grocery shopping- Check
Pick youngest up at preschool- Check
Pick up kids at bus stop- Check
Make delicious and healthy meal- Check
Eat said meal- Check
Give baths to kids- Check
Check homework- Double Check
Read to kids and tuck into bed- A Relieved Check
I do eat and do laundry, occasionally work out and forget to clean the bathroom..
After the kids are down, I crawl into bed and read for a while. Lately I hear the TV on way in the distant living room but make no attempt to go and watch and talk with my husband.
Tasking Tasking Tasking.
I squeeze in little moments to think, to write, to collect myself.
Even some of this I wrote on a paper towel, while crouched over the sink in my office bathroom.
It’s the only place I am guaranteed privacy. At work is it unthinkable to bother someone in the bathroom. At home I’m free game.
Last night my dream was about a crocodile that wouldn’t stop chasing me. My dream sister let it eat her pinkies as a snack and this assuaged the beast and we got away.
How depressing.
See this is why I like to write because when I woke up this morning I would have thought it was any other day. Now I know I need to breath in between my tasks and keep writing.
I feel better. A warning for all those crocodiles- “No more pinkies for snacks!”