The day has finally arrived…I was so stoked that I watched the clock for the last 30-40 minutes. “Great!” The gentle reminders of all that needed to be accomplished today began to flood in about 5:45am…like a continuous childhood poke!
Put juice in the freezer
Wake up hubby and youngest son
Let Precious Princess out
Yep! It’s Monday!
I am happy to report that I am actually ahead of the game. I cleaned out the leftovers from both refrigerators and managed to have them taken to the garbage can already out on the curb. “I am soooo good!” (No! I did not lift the heavy garbage bag…you can put that ever-shaking-finger away…for now!) The dirty dishes have been loaded into the dishwasher allowing another check mark on my list of To-Do’s.
“I must confess that I have been anxiously awaiting this Monday…!
I need some normal routines, as I told you last week, to wrap my head around. My poor ADHD is on overdrive and I am lovin’ it! The downside to schedule is the two sickies in the house. I did not ask for this…hack, sneeze, hack, talk back, and repeat! “Just hush and drink your hot tea!”
(No awards for being a nurturing mother this week…nope!)
I am working on my second espresso of the morning and the shifting-multitasking-mind of mine is moving me around like a chicken with it’s head cut off.
multiple espressos+routine chores+multitasking=exercise…RIGHT!
Okay, well at least I know I am burning some calories…hehe! I just put some groceries away and straightened the pantry…my oldest son picked up a heavy box for me and set it in the chair so I could easily reach the items I needed to put away. I just adore checking off those lovely To-Do’s!
I started doing a re-organizing clean after New Year’s in preparation for my new business. (Yes, I have decided to try something new!) My “Launch” is a week from Saturday and the house must be beyond clean. “I have a reputation to live up to!” Sadly many of my friends have been to my house and have always commented on how clean it stays…hehe…secrets of the trade. I know what your thinking…”slave labor”… Nope! The boys may help but there are a good many things they just don’t know how to do. Think about it…boys and organization equals stacks and stacks of uniquely mixed items. I do not need that right now…do you? If I could just get my number two son to remove all of his gadgets and their boxes the kitchen area would be a much cleaner open space. “He has been buying unique kitchen accessories, for when he moves out, and they are…well…not your average accessories.
Cotton candy machine
Oversized exercise ball
The house is slowly emptying…my 19 year old just left leaving my two oldest sons here. One is leaving in about an hour and the other one is sick…sick…sick! “I am staying away from him…no tempting fate!” I will put on some music and swiftly putter around the house before heading out to the store and then TKD this afternoon. It will be a wonderful day…for a Monday!
I hope you can accomplish everything set before you today…as for me I am off to check off the rest of my list.
Have a great day!
Wishing I could crawl back into…mumble, mumble, slurp, slurp…bed!
For whatever reason the eyes in my head do not want to cooperate this morning. My brain is preparing for battle as it thrusts the “Things To Do” on the calendar today to the forefront of my thoughts. My eyes simply close ever so slightly then teasingly open allowing me to finish filling the commuter cup for my hubby and loading the dishwasher. A Coffee IV is not conducive to my schedule today and who really wants to deal with that blasted plastic tube when getting in and out of the car; much less when getting dressed. I will fight the good fight with my 16 oz Heavenly Brew receptacle. I have almost finished one and need another…
“Please Sir…May I Have More?”
These words flow, in rapid repetition, reminding me to use my gross motor skills. Lift the cup, open the cup, sip from the cup, put the cup down, breathe, lift the cup, open the cup, sip from the cup, put the cup down, breathe…clean something…anything…keep moving!
The warm comfort flowing down my throat is relaxing. The aroma carries my senses away…Stop! Keep Typing! Make Sense!. Sorry! Let me start some laundry!
And that is done…the water is cascading into the machine and the gentle motion of the twisting-churning laundry is…”What a thought! Water is the most essential element of life!”
“Told you!” Who wants to over-think the eternal question of “Life” when we already know the answer to the important, life changing and sustaining, question of How to make more coffee?
Time to look at the old daily checklist and see what is left to do and make sure nothing has been left off. Remember…Where there is water…coffee is within reach!
Have a great day!
Mental flow-chart completed and ready for additions and the possible eliminations. Today is a day for another fun-filled-day of workman bustling around my house. I am sure glad that I have no place to go today…oh wait!…it is election day and I need to vote. (add voting to the mental-flow-chart!)
I have plenty of things on my detail-oriented-to-do-list. I planned and executed thoroughly as I drifted in and out of sleep cycles last night. “Which would explain my deep desire for more strong coffee!” The details danced around my head to the tune of the solo I have to learn for the Choir Special on Sunday morning. It is a rich-fast-paced-soulful-ad-lib-way-outside-the-comfort-zone type of solo. “I really need to learn to control the dancing going on in my head…I get wired when I should be tired!” Just a thought…”Wouldn’t it be great if all that dancing and moving around would burn calories?”
Yep…Busy is My Middle Name!
So, as usual, I was up early and headed down the stairs in full auto-pilot mode and began the squirting and pouring of milk and syrups for the espresso. I glanced out the oversized windows and saw the sporadic rain drops that were beginning to splash on the surface of the deck. I opened the mental-flow-chart and marked through a couple of items due to the change in the weather and continued with the preparation of breakfast. “I guess I was to busy in all that planning and forgot to organize the weather for today.”
The workman just called and they will be here in about 20 minutes.
The daily pills have been placed in the container for my youngest. With the added activities this school year I am trying something new…anything to streamline the schedule. My youngest has been taking TKD, as you know, but with school starting tomorrow it is going to be interesting with homework thrown into the mix. But wait…that’s not all… A new basketball league is getting ready to start, at our church, and is scheduled to run from August to the first weekend in November. Let’s just say..”We will see how well this works!” If my youngest cannot keep up with his school work and be polite and focused at home, TKD, and basketball he will not be able to participate next season. “I will keep you posted!”
I know my mutual-cat-loving-friend is thrilled…we may get to see each other because her son will be playing on the same league.
Well…daylight is burning (overcast daylight) and I have a couple of things to do before the workman arrive. I just want to know one thing before I close…What is your Middle Name? Have a great day!
The gentle sounds of the crickets fade giving way to the shuffled songs, from my iTunes favorites, as my morning alarm breaks my sleep. I rise and reach for a sweater or sweatshirt! “My husband likes a cool house…I usually have my fuzzy socks on my cold feet daily.” I make my way to the hall, leaving the door cracked, in case my furry companion wakes up, and head down the stairs. I move through the darkness, in a haze, and reach for a cup…pour…zap…mmm, Coffee! My routine! This daily schedule seems automated but comfortable. “I could probably do it with my eyes closed…but who wants to clean the possible mess?” Let’s Keep It Routine!
We set up routines to make things flow in our scheduled day. Routines can be a teaching tool for a child: tying shoes, brushing teeth, washing hands…peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. I made lunches everyday for three boys…it was quite the symphony! The boys were thrilled that I remembered who liked mayo and mustard and who didn’t. “They were a little picky!” As they got older they were given the task of making their own lunch… When we adopted a little seven year old boy…things changed! The boys had started making their lunch, by themselves, when they were 10, 9, and 6! “Don’t worry..I was right there.” There were days that mom had to step in and make lunches because of the bathroom rotation or the chaos surrounding the sock basket. “Ah..good times!” The boys were all in High School, with one graduating a month later, when our youngest joined the family. He was seven years old with no concept of routines. The routine making of lunch became a screaming fire-drill. “Sadly it was our routines that had to change.”
It was easier to make it for him and sometimes one of the other boys would step in and make it for him. I would be helping him get dressed…or tying his shoes…well your get the picture. He was quite the handful and still is! He had been allowed to dictate what he wanted from how he dressed to what he wanted for lunch. He told me, on several occasions, to get him a Happy Meal from McDonald’s and bring it to the school. “That demand was met with laughter and a motherly No!.” He got upset and fought us every morning when we were making his lunch. The assortment of lunch meats and cheeses were not to his liking. The chips were not his favorites…and the cookies or snack cakes were smashed in his book bag when he got home. If this did not work then something else needed to be tried.
He has been making his own lunch for two years now. We scheduled the preparation of his lunch when the last of his brothers left for school. This gave him the entire kitchen to move haphazardly through as a solo act. No conflicts or clashing of Titan wills…just a 9 year old. We also did away with the lunch meats and gave him his own jars of Peanut Butter and Jelly. We have kept it simple for him…everything he needs for his lunch is in plastic, Tupperware like, containers. Cookies, plain chips and gummy snacks. Let’s Keep It Routine!
He talks to the peanut butter and jelly as he spreads them on the bread and places the sandwich in the bag. The messy counter top, covered with peanut butter and jelly, is still an issue. “We are working on how to be neater.” He talks to the animal crackers as he parades them individually into their bag. He retrieves the semi-frozen juice from the freezer and places it in the lunchbox with child-like dialogue. “It is very noisy in the morning!”
The asking of ridiculous questions mimics the second hand as it ticks. “Do you know this person?” “How do you say M E D I C I?” These questions were asked this morning. I stop doing my morning routine and glance at the page just above his little finger…”That is pronounced Med i chee.” Of course it was already broken down for him in his book…he just gets very impatient. He has his chores, like the boys had at his age, that he can never seem to do in a timely manner. On Mondays he gets up 15 minutes early for several reasons. Garbage day…husband’s work schedule, get organized from the weekend…you know how it is. He sets himself up for an Epic Fail daily as he chats with himself and sings and dances through the kitchen…plays in his room instead of brushing his teeth…pulling treasures out of his shoes before putting them on…then realizes the time and heads out the door. Chore are left undone…”Guess who gets stuck doing them?” He is not the only one who does not do his chores…I had to take the trash bag from the kitchen to the garbage can in the garage this morning..then take the garbage can and recycling bin to the street. You guessed it…the 21 year old son forgot to take the can to the street last night. Yep! Daddy was not pleased about that. Granted he was busy doing something important for the family business last night so that the item could be shipped out today. But come on! I have to laugh here…he just came down the stairs in a panic to take the trash out… “He heard the recycling truck come by and it woke him up!”.
Why do we have routines? As adults the question seems ridiculous but, a child needs to have them to function as an adult. What a vicious circle! Want clean socks that are easily found…wash them and fold them and put them away where they belong. “What a concept!” If you don’t want peanut butter and jelly all over your fingers when you pull the sandwich out of the baggy then don’t make a messy sandwich. “Right!” I know that if I want that first cup of coffee, and do not want to wait, I must make sure there is coffee made at night. “A pot is made before my husband gets home every night.” Let’s Keep It Routine!
Does it make me a bad parent if my morning routine revolves around finishing the chores not completed or done at all? “I hope not!” As I write this morning I am aware of the things that lie ahead of me…my routine with the added items on my list of To Do’s. This is a busy week of practices…final preparations for our Easter Music on Sunday Evening. This means my schedule will be altered significantly and, barring any unforeseen incident, things should go smoothly. I am down to the last of my latte’ and will set about making a second one in a few minutes. The house is still presentable on the surface. I will spit-shine and polish after dusting the various ceiling fans. “I hate this chore!” I really should put on a hazmat cover-all for the ceiling fans! “I wish I knew where all this pesky dust came from…I would love to send it back…COD!”
So I am off to the rest of my day…secure in my little corner of the world. I apologize if you see my life as mundane in nature…no I don’t…I love my life and it’s fire-drill tempo. Let’s Keep It Routine!
What are your routines? Do you find yourself doing things without thinking about it throughout your day? “Me too!” Speaking of routines…time for another latte’! Have a great day!