Wake up early. Consider taking the dog for a run. Reconsider.
My daughter eats cheese popcorn for breakfast. She brushes her hair and teeth.
I brush my teeth.
Sign the permission slip. Forget to put it in her backpack.
Night before had baked two batches of semi-homemade-ish (I used the oven) chocolate chip cookies for the school bake sale. One batch tasted like the fish from a while back. The other batch was delicious.
Forget to donate cans for the food drive. Remember to donate for the tree planting.
There is a long list of tasks I do not complete at work today. There is a long list of tasks I do complete at work today.
Attend a meeting about the future of our university. Do not ask any questions.
Write thoughtful, specific and useful comments on many of my students’ writing assignments. Not on all of them.
Say no to two requests for letters of recommendation and yes to one.
Don’t write the op-ed piece.
Don’t work on the book.
Do respond to endless work-related e-mails.
Do write a blog post.
Remind myself to call Husband to invite for lunch some time this week. Forget.
Call a friend I’d been meaning to reconnect with for ages. Am not fully present during the conversation. What is my problem?
At her swimming lessons, marvel at my daughter’s fearless, dolphin grace in the water. Listen actively, engaged and in full gratitude and presence while she recounts the details of her day – the heroines, villains (usual suspects…post coming soon); internal dialogue; who played with whom at what break; group dynamics; feelings hurt, repaired, re-hurt; book report panic; high interest in probability lesson; lunch menu.
Snap at her for dawdling.
Dinner was leftovers.
The leftovers were from a lovely dinner we’d cooked the night before.
The homework fight was brief. I remained Parenting with Love and Logic (http://www.loveandlogic.com/) calm. Homework completed.
Laundry piles remain, like anxious planes stacked on the runway. Husband and I stare at them in horror and fascination.
Invite Husband for lunch this week.
Husband reads The True Meaning of Smekday (http://www.smekday.com/) to daughter.
I read Judy Blume’s Starring Sally J. Freedman as Herself (http://www.judyblume.com/about.php) to my daughter. Lie beside her as she drifts off.
Fall asleep before she does. Dream she is singing me to sleep.
