I’ve long been a fan of “to-do” lists. When I worked for a corporate office I often made myself to-do lists each day in the morning, especially on Mondays and Fridays. I also made a weekly list and a monthly list, because I am that OCD. Having the list made me feel more organized and better prepared to handle whatever my work threw at me.
I feel like I need a to do list for my life. So many balls in the air, so much going on, and my mind is a disorganized mess. As is my house and at-home office. I’ve put aside today and tomorrow to work on that, get more organized and make those to-do list that just make me feel sane.
Since leaving my last work-from-home job, I’ve been granted the opportunity to do lots of other projects, and I need to be able to face them. So this cold, blah Monday (will the sun and warmth ever return?!?) is dedicated to getting organized, making lists, cleaning up and regrouping, both mentally and physically.
One thing that will help is my kids going back to school! Between Christmas, the “bomb cyclone” of a storm, winter colds, in-service days and national bank holidays my girls have been home more than usual. Like, Ana was in school four days and Bits was in school two and a half (thank you sinus infection). Bubba has been going to daycare, but again, not as much so….yeah. My kids need to get back into their routine so I can get back into mine. ASAP. I feel like we’ve been off our routine since Thanksgiving and that was months ago. And as much as I love my kids, I love them even more when they aren’t under foot all the time. I think I have the only two teenagers on the planet who have to be told to go hide in their room all day.
So to-do list, here we go. Life, here we go. Monday, here we go. BOOM! Let’s rock this week y’all, and make it a great one.
So apparently the state of Delaware has no clue how to handle snow or bitterly cold temps. After the blizzard/bomb cyclone left us with 12″ of snow on Thursday, the last three days have been filled with getting roads plowed and friends who have dealt with burst pipes and broken heat pumps and missing oil deliveries. After getting downright bitchy with my landlord on Friday over whose responsibility it is to plow our lane (which is not a public lane but a private road owned by a third party); Saturday morning we finally got plowed out and were able to get to the store to pick up groceries, which was a good thing considering our supplies were dwindling.
Music Man and I also had a rough week, but the fact we hung in there and talked it through showed both of us how committed we are. We also were smart enough to examine what and why the problem started…and how to avoid it in the future. Amazing what open, honest communication can do in a relationship!
My cold and ear infections have never completely gone away but last night I hit a low point where I basically laid on the couch and whined like a man with a cold. 😉
This morning I had to run the sound board at church and deal with some tech problems and a smaller crowd, but we did it and handled it and three services went off with reduced singers singing louder and the hoarse pastor asking for prayers his voice held out, which it did. He also gave me a shoutout which was nice…most of the time we techies are the silent warriors or only hear the complaints.
Afterwards I came home to find The Ex had dropped the kids off and Music Man had made lunch and we ate and talked and then I took a nap because Sunday afternoon naps are totally a thing in our house.
Tomorrow Bubba should go back to daycare, but the girls are home from school. The good news is it’s suppose to go above freezing! And supposedly mid-60s by Friday. I’ll wait and see on that though. For now I’m about to go finish laundry and fix dinner and straighten my bedroom and desk before probably falling asleep while watching television. And pray school resumes soon because the kids were back for two days after being home for ten days for Christmas.
And here’s hoping the second week of 2018 goes much better than the first.
This is my yard currently:
It’s cold, it’s windy, and it’s snowing. Again. This makes the third time we’ve had significant snow fall this winter so far…and it’s only January 4th. FML.
In case you didn’t know, this southern gal does not like cold or snow. I had enough of during my hellish teen years spent in the mountains of Yankee country. My first Christmas here in the southern peninsula of Delmarva I put the tree up in shorts and knew I’d fallen in love with where I live.
That love is fading as each winter gets colder and brings more snow and ice. Someone in my life has recently been trying to sell me on the idea of Florida…and I admit it has its appeal (if only I could get over my dislike of tourists…).
Instead I am spending yet another day snowed in with the kiddos balancing work with caring for them and all of us reminding ourselves how much we love each other…especially when we are apart.
If you’re caught in the snowstorm known as Grayson, please be safe. Winds and snow combined are a nasty combination so take precautions and stay home if you can.
I’ll be here…hating the color white and coming up with new ways to entertain kids while being productive.
This meme popped up on my social media this morning and it was timely as this morning I was forced to face a situation I’ve been avoiding and make a decision that I really do not want to make.
Parenting is hard, parenting teens and tweens who are at the stage where they question everything is even harder, and doing so with someone who you happily divorced is hardest of all. But regardless of what The Ex and I feel about towards each other, our number one priority remains our children and this morning we had a heart to heart about some things that have been going on and actually easily agreed that some changes need to be made.
As we go into a new year Music Man and I were talking and I told him that back in the summer of 2014 I made a resolution to stand up for myself more, no matter the cost. What it’s cost me is a life I never imagined, working and living in an area I never thought I’d be in.
And it’s the best thing that ever happened to me. Along the way the fact I am being watched by my precious children has given me strength to stand up to those who treat others (me including) unfairly. It hasn’t always been easy, and it’s cost me friendships, relationships, jobs and money. But oh has it been worth it to know my children are learning to stand up for what is right, and to not let others take advantage of your kindness.
You can be kind and stand firm. You can be nice and refuse to be taken advantage of. The meme above is right. Those affected will notice the change in your behavior, but never accept they are the reason you changed. That’s their problem though.
To those that have seen this change in me and perhaps wonder why, I strongly encourage you to ask me what happened. It may be something you did, it may be something someone else did. It may just be something I saw in myself and changed.
Change is never easy, but rarely is it bad.
After a hectic week leading up to Ana’s birthday on the 23rd, and a day (and night) of church services on the 24th; my body was crying out for a break. I had consumed so much caffeine and sugar to keep my body and mind going that I was practically swimming in it, including the TWO double shot energy drinks I consumed on Sunday that allowed me to go from 4:00am to 11:45pm without stopping. But it also meant I had too much of a good thing, which is why I started fasting from caffeine starting Christmas Day and sugar on Boxing Day.
No caffeine, no sugar (which also meant almost no dairy since there is a lot of natural sugars in dairy) for three days meant massive withdrawal headaches, fatigue and general moodiness that was usually unleashed on The Music Man, who was probably a little relieved he chose to spend the week with his family six hours away and was only subject to my bitchiness over the phone.
However this morning the fast was broken, as I eagerly brewed a full pot in my beloved French Press just for me. As I slowly sipped that first sip of that delicious manna from bean, I was grateful I had given my system a break…and even more grateful my break was over.
Oh coffee…how I’ve missed you!
So much for blogging more…the last few weeks have been a circus, and I don’t mean just because there was Christmas and Ana’s birthday last weekend. Things have been hopping in every other area of life as well…job…family…relationships…friendships. In a way I’m sad, but in many ways I’m glad as I’m wrapping up this year absolutely sure of where I stand with some pretty vital people in my life. And that’s a gift you can’t regret or hate.
It’s also caused me to realize what is really important, especially WHO is really important. Like, worth-the-effort important. Surprisingly, some people I thought were worth it aren’t. But at the end of the day, all that really matters are the people I woke up with on Christmas Day: my three babies. I said last year at this time that 2017 was going to be the year I focus on them first, me second; and the rest of the world can take care of itself. I’m ending the year having done just that, despite it costing me money, jobs, and even friendships. I refuse to apologize for letting the rest of the world take care of itself. Because it dawned on me while I sat on the floor in front of the tree, watching my babies each open up their big box of gifts (as much as I love to make things pretty, a very long day at church+my inner eco-demons that scream “waste of paper” had me instead putting all the kids gifts in a big box for each of them and simply wrapping that…way less messier!), I realized that’s all that mattered. Them. And me, for I need to take care of me to take care of them. The rest? It’s all extra. Some good extra and some bad…but it’s extra.
So as we go into 2018 I have a few specific goals in mind, some projects I want to get off the ground and some changes coming…but I don’t have a single regret for putting the rest of the world behind my babies and me.