Whine: It was a multi-drive-thru kind of day. I’m not proud of it, but it just was.
Cheese: The dishes were pretty easy to do tonight. . .
Recently people have asked me how I do it all. As if I am an icon of productivity. Which, judging by the way my socks stick to the not-recently-mopped kitchen floor on my way to eat ice cream out of the carton while I watch reruns on the Disney channel, I am not.
But because on occasion I have churned out a cake or a blog post or a human or two (or three), people assume that I get lots of stuff done. And so I would like to take this opportunity to answer that question once and for all.
How do I do it?
For the sake of clarity, here are a few examples of how I rate tasks on my priority scale.
CASE STUDY #1
Making a batch of Sneaky Snake Suckers with Big Sis for her to take for “S” day at school: HIGH to URGENT
Cleaning up resulting chocolate-covered floor/counter/walls: MODERATE to LOW
CASE STUDY #2
Finishing that last chapter of whatever book I am trying to read: URGENT, URGENT, URGENT
Remembering that I have children and a family: WHAT?
I would like you to use your best forensic work to notice several key elements to the above photo.
1) The Artwork. On the door. Signed by the artist.
2) The tell-tale ring of donut powder around someone’s mouth.
3) The unrepentant smirk beneath the donut powder peeking out from the defaced door.
CASE STUDY #3
Talking on the phone to my sister: MODERATE TO HIGH
Supervising the demon twins who are being eerily quiet: ALMOST NONEXISTENT AS A PRIORITY
And as you can see, our choices have consequences, both positive and negative. Although I do not have photographic evidence of the positive consequence of talking on the phone to my sister, as it she is not as
destructive demonstrative as my daughters, I am sure it was worth it. To her.
In this case, the other consequence of that conversation was that while I was chatting away in relative peace, Certain People were emptying my laundry baskets and my dresser drawers and mixing together all the clean and dirty clothes. Ironically, neither of them were actually wearing any. I caught them carousing in the clothes pile and eating cupcakes. Actually, I didn’t catch them eating cupcakes, I just found the smudges of orange frosting on the carpet later on. Because of course if there was going to be frosting on my carpet it was going to be orange.
And so I think the moral of the story here (besides the fact that I am apparently a slow learner, seeing as how pictures 2 and 3 took place on consecutive days) is that I spend a lot of time paying the consequences for ignoring my kids. But then I get to eat the chocolate cheesecake with homemade chocolate and caramel drizzle that I made while they hid in their secret lair behind the chair and ate candy and giggled, and I figure it was worth it.
Also, here’s our Halloween scrapbook from this year. Thanks to Grandma Pam for the precious homemade fairy princess costumes.
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