Now that Little Miss Sunshine is happily settled into morning kindergarten, I have about two hours every weekday all to myself. That’s ten whole hours. PURE GOLD.
I’m totally over feeling aimless about it and now I have booked those poor, poor ten hours with about 90 different tasks, including:
- reorganizing every cabinet in the house
- single-handedly finishing the basement (if I can overcome my fear of saws)
- sorting all the toys in the house, finding all missing pieces, and garage sale-ing the stuff we don’t use
- cleaning all the stuff that never usually gets cleaned, like the top of the kitchen cabinets (EW EW EW)
- creating a book of my blog posts for my own keepsake
- improving my photography skills by maybe taking some classes or generally getting out of the house because there are only so many photos you can take of the kids’ toys
- completely revamping my physical health, via yoga/swimming/running/tap dancing/joining a gym
- plan a family vacation for the spring
- give the garden some badly needed TLC
- making an advent calendar for this coming Christmas season
- start working on any one of the three business ideas that I have as this is my long term plan for continuing to avoid the actual working world for many, many years to come
And yet so far, all I have managed to get done is grocery shopping, blog reading, and making new twitter backgrounds for my turtle_head and bolottawa accounts. At this rate, by the end of the school year I’ll have worn a hole in the couch and the house will be dirtier than ever.
How is it possible that ten hours can fly by so fast?
I’ve decided I need to schedule my days. One day is already devoted to grocery shopping, which is so heavenly without any kids along that I just can’t give that up. One day is laundry and chores. That leaves three mornings a week, three two-hour segments, to give to about 88 other projects.
Totally doable, right?