I’m an OG, Baby

And by OG, I totally mean Organizing Gangsta.

When you have one child in full-day school and another in half-day preschool, the dilemma inevitably arises — how on earth should I spend my time??

On the one hand you can cram every single second with stuff that you never get to do alone — pee, shower, laundry, cleaning, dance around the house, exercise.

But on the other hand you can enjoy what you what you never get to enjoy alone — sit still, watch non-animated television, paint nails that are adult-sized, write, read, dream, think, pray.

And so today — after I dropped my youngest off at preschool — I found myself facing the conundrum head on and worried to death I’d make the wrong decision. (I mean, it’s a precious four hours [not counting 40 minutes total drive time if I do decide to go home and back] and wasting even a minute is tear-inducing.)

And since he’s in preschool four days a week, I realized today that I need to very carefully strategize how to best to utilize these minutes of liquid gold.

So that’s what I did. I strategized today, and I made a plan. And I actually (wait for it) — PUT IT IN WRITING.

(Gasp! Shock! Awe!)

Listen.

I know.

It is absolutely NO SECRET that I’m an anti-organizationally-gifted wife and mother. I’m very shoot-from-the-hip when it comes to meal planning, house cleaning, day-planning and everything else that requires home economical-type things.

But something happened today. I can’t describe exactly what happened when I dropped him off…but suddenly, I had the energy to do everything.

I exercised and them came home and cleaned bathrooms. Then I showered. Then I worked. Then I ate lunch and did laundry. Then I picked him up and we came home and he chilled and watched his new favorite show Paw Patrol while I got iced coffee ready and refrigerated, the kitchen straightened up some more, and laundry switched out.

It was as if that side-heel-clicky-jump thing I did in the parking lot after drop-off elicited magical productive powers.

Just look!

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(Do you see the column for dinner? It’s GENIUS!)

Yes, I realize there are a lot of gaps to fill. Yes, it only goes through Thursday (let’s pace ourselves, shall we? Rome wasn’t built in a day). And yes, I realize this doesn’t include my work-related tasks and how to tackle the beast that is this book I want to finish writing by my 41st birthday just nine months from now (metaphorically mystical music inserted here). And of course, it doesn’t include time to work on the other fabulous project that I’M SO EXCITED TO ANNOUNCE SOON.

But y’all.

For me, this is HUGE. Not only do I have a pseudo-plan for my life days, I’m also getting Jaana onboard the “magically erase your responsibilities away” train. And she loves it! Just look!

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I know what you’re thinking and I’ve already thought it: it’s been ONE. DAY.

Yes, that’s right.

But that one day ROCKED.

And this one day not only rocked, it was highly effective. And if a day to the Lord is like a thousand years, then this productive day of mine is like a thousand productive years to Him.

Which is more productivity than my mind can even handle.

(So I can totally bow out whenever I want and be done and you can’t. say. a. word.)

I promise I’m not going to turn into a home-organizing, meal-planning blogger — they amaze me and leave me speechless and I can’t compete. Plus, it’s just not in me and I couldn’t pull it off anyway. (And if that’s what drew you here, I am so sorry…you totally got punked.)

But I have to ask (just to plan ahead for the next thousand years, of course):

Do you have any easy, non-OCD, non-intimidating ways you stay organized you think I might try for a day??

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Spring Breaking

I meant to say that I was going to be a little silent this week, as it’s my kids’ spring break. And my goal for this week has been quality time and fun (in between work stuff, of course).

And we have had a LOT of fun:

 

  • We went to Atlanta and saw our friend in Seussical: The Musical
  • Spent time with the Gamma and the Papa
  • Paxton has slept until about 9 every morning (which is enough fun in and of itself)
  • We got off the mountain and had lunch at Sonic and played games at the Fun Factory (our version of Chuck E. Cheese)
  • Jaana & I had a mommy-daughter date day and had lunch, saw a movie and went shopping
  • I’ve slept until at least 8 every morning (and one day until 9!)
  • We’ve been to Target TWICE
  • Jaana had a sleepover
  • I am slowly but surely catching up on my DVR full of ridiculously delicious television

All in all, it’s been awesome and it’s only Thursday!

So I might do Five Minute Friday tomorrow…or I might not. Just depends on how tired I am from all the fun. (And how discouraged I am that my clothes are ill-fitting due to an overload of the Cadbury Mini-Eggs and none of the running.)

So anyway. I might see you tomorrow, or I might see you Monday.

Have an amazing and lavishly blessed Easter — may the resurrection of our Lord be new and fresh to you this weekend.

Five Minute Friday #21 – JOIN

I link up with Lisa-Jo on Fridays, where writing solely for the fun of it is the priority: “On Fridays over here a group of people who love to throw caution to the wind and just write gather to share what five minutes buys them. Just five minutes. Unscripted. Unedited. Real. Your words. This shared feast.”

Today’s topic: JOIN

GO.

The pool was still icy cold, but I bounded down the steps and in anyway. The minute my breath was sucked away by the cold she quickly laid out the plan. Her name is Angelina and she’s a mermaid I find at the beach. She’s a young girl and I’m a young girl and my name is Pen and we become friends but my parents don’t want me to be friends with a mermaid. She gives me an orange sparkly pretend fin to wear that lets me swim like her and has the magical powers that also let me breathe underwater. We swim and we pretend and then Angelina’s family moves her to another ocean in Hawaii and she wants Pen to come visit someday but it’s too far and too much money to go.

We play and we pretend and we play some more and one day we have a snack bar in the neighborhood.

The tractor was covered in dew from the morning which made all the dirt extra dirty which he loved. He climbed up and climbed in and climbed around it telling me where to go and what to do and where to sit. He decided he had to do work on the tractor so he pretended to fix a headlight and wipe it down and I still had to just sit in the front seat because that’s what he told me to do. Then a dump truck drove by and he was covered in dirt and I had on white pants, but I knew it would make his entire day to watch the truck dump out the old asphalt. So I sat him on my lap and got dirt all over my white pants and we watched as God gave him the coolest bulldozer and dump truck show an almost three-year old could want.

We play and we pretend and we play some more and another day we have a neighborhood car wash.

This parenting thing is so much harder and easier and enjoyable than anyone can tell you to expect. The disciplining is hard and the intentionality of molding is hard and the character-building is hard. But the reward of all the hard is the joining in we have the privilege to experience with them. It’s a gift to be invited into their play and be an equal participant and yet sometimes I forget that. And as I watch my girl grow up and develop her own website and become a full-fledged tween, I realize if I don’t join in now she’ll never ask me to join in later. And if I don’t get dirty with him now he’ll get dirty with someone else later. So everything else stops and has to wait because right here, right now, I’m joining in and cashing in on the rewards I’ve earned so far. And it’s worth every bit of it.

STOP.