I am a planner. The husband is a planner. We make lists. It's what we do. We make grocery lists and dinner lists and chore lists and work to-do lists, and usually we stay on top of them. They keep things running relatively smoothly.
But we went into this week list-less. The combination of a return from vacation and the last few days of the grandparents' stay -- not to mention the fact that I worked last Saturday -- meant we didn't make a grocery list or a menu over the weekend. This might not mean much to you, however, to me, it is NOT GOOD. Not catastrophic, perhaps -- I do have some perspective -- but not a good foundation for a pleasant week. It means I'm winging both lunches and dinners on whatever random things the husband grabbed off the grocery store shelves or the basics that sit in our cupboards. Meanwhile, work is similarly disorganized, as I'm out of the weekly feature I'm responsible for and also need to get started on new projects now that several old ones are finished.
Did I mention I'm pregnant? And a touch hormonal? And dealing with the last bits of first trimester exhaustion? And rocking the more-than-bloated but not-yet-really-pregnant body ? Yeah. NOT GOOD.
All this is a long-winded excuse for some stellar parenting moments over the last week.
In a minor infraction, I dropped the F-bomb in front of The Boy one morning because I couldn't get my earrings to go in properly. I might have dropped a few frustrated tears into the kiddo's PB&J that morning, too. I have yelled at The Boy to "get yourself together," when I probably should have been yelling at myself. And in a major infraction this morning, I whacked The Boy in the face with the car door. In a rush, I thought he was far enough away for it to open; I was wrong. It didn't hit him hard. It didn't bruise. But he was shocked and just kept crying and crying and crying, so to make him -- and myself -- feel better, I gave him the last bit of my toast. Nothing like teaching your kid to eat when he's sad.
Needless to say, I've already started next week's dinner and grocery lists. To-do lists cover my desk at work. Small things, but so essential to our survival.
What keeps your life running smoothly?