A Jump, Rule Change, Sad Plate

GETTING A JUMP

I’ve decided to try to get a jump on Mondays by getting a few things accomplished on Sunday night. Mondays have metamorphosed into a way crazy day – class from 9 to 12 in the mornings (which you can bet on winding up around 1 instead), laundry, errands that should have been taken care of over the weekend but didn’t and then the miscellaneous stuff that catches you by surprise – like trips to the vet, Hobby Lobby (which technically is a fun trip), phone calls, service calls, etc. Then you count the time that I spend totally obsessed with whatever I’m obsessing about on that particular day. Yesterday was the sewing machine. Got my little pocketbook made, all it needs is a shoulder strap and lining; will post when totally complete. As an aside – I think I’m going to really like this sewing thing. I plan to check out some patterns for crafty things on my next HL run.

MEANWHILE

I’m a little embarrassed that it has taken me three days to complete this post. I’ve made a decision to totally consign Mondays as Get Absolutely, Positively, Nothing Done Day. With pottery class really from 8:30 to 1:00, there’s just not a whole lot of day left to tackle anything larger than maybe loading and/or unloading the dishwasher or doing a load or two of laundry. This means I’m letting myself off the hook for things that can wait until another day or maybe even be scrubbed from the to-do list that I always have going. I think I’m going to reinstitute a rule I had when my kids were growing up, the rule that says unless there’s blood or vomit involved, I don’t want to know about it. Yes, there are exceptions, but that’s pretty much how it always went down. And ya know what? My kids survived and even thrived.

GOING POTTY

I’m calling this poor, sad, not round and not even oval, plate “The Plate Only A Mother Could Love”.