Work days are not going so well. Take Thursday:
Dropped off Gus at school. Lingered too long. Was asked to leave.
Ran home savoring a crisp morning without sixty pounds of toddler and stroller to push. Ahhhh.
Made coffee.
Sat down to work.
Decided to organize something.
Sat down to work.
Worried about Gus. Was he being bullied? Did they put his coat on him when he went to the sandbox? Was he eating paint? Did that kid that looked kind of sick touch him?
Cleaned something that did not need to be cleaned.
Sat down to work.
Texted Gus's teacher to remind her that his water was in his backpack. Worried about whether or not she got the text. Wondered how long he could go before dehydration set in.
Made a snack I did not need.
Sat down to work.
Refreshed podcasts. Folded laundry.
Sat down to work. Actually got absorbed in my project only to discover I had twelve minutes left before I had to pick up Gus.
Thankfully, G did not eat paint, get bullied, nor appear to catch a cold (Not wishing to participate in story time, he DID get his backpack and shoes and attempt to make a break for it, but they distracted him with Cheerios. A lot of literacy concerns in this house, now.). Also thankfully, those twelve minutes start to add up:
You just described my favorite kind of morning. This is the perfectly productive random work pattern shared by many creative people. All of the side jobs are part of the thinking process and then when you shine your headlight on the work at hand, POW! you can get a lot done.
ReplyDeleteI so love you. You are completely adorable! Motherhood suits you.
ReplyDeleteThis made my day.
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