So it’s day two of my new schedule. I’ve got some serious kinks to work out but I think I can do it. Ever since my friend V. said to do my writing as a job, the advice has stuck with me. Just because I’m at home, doesn’t mean I have to act like I’m at home. So yesterday after going to bed at 11:30pm (and yes that’s early for me) I got up at 6:30am and jumped straight on the computer. My baby boy sniffed me out sooner than I had liked but I was still able to get some me time and some work done. Still I had to spend part of the day working on a biographical essay, but I had a good start.
So today, it was harder to get up. Last night was belly dancing class — we had great fun! So I was late getting to bed since I had to eat dinner and clean up the kitchen before my shower. I had to do a rush cleaning of my refrigerator too because it’s trash day today and I was a couple months overdue for wiping down the interior. I hate a nasty fridge, so it had to be done. I pulled the covers over my head around 12:10am.
I struggled to get up but made it by 6:45am this morning. This time I got dressed and brushed my teeth before turning on the computer. I even read a bible chapter which blessed me ,of course, and that’s how I logged on late, at 7:06am. It was worth it. I figure if they sleep until I wake them at 8:30am (cause I need to go the the grocery store early today) then I can get a few things done on here. Eric was giddy lastnight when I talked about my plan to do this new schedule and he is very supportive. Probably just glad something has moved me to action over all the complaining I do. And it is about time. The nice part is that once I’ve got myself together, I can focus on changing our daily schedule too. I’m shooting for a 7pm bedtime for all the little Brooks, by August.
It would be heavenly to add some pre-dawn exercise back in too, for myself. But I’m doing okay with 2 midmorning workouts and then belly dancing once night a week. So I’ll take it. Just trying to focus on one thing at a time so I get the sense of accomplishment. Perhaps I am not too undisciplined to balance my mommy job with my new job. Well, I’m praying over the keyboard each morning until God says, “No more, Polly. I can’t take any more of your incessant begging! Go forth and be brilliant!” Yeah. He could do that.