"um" *knocks on mike* "does this thing work?" *tap, tap, tap*
I have been wanting to write, but when I try to think of something witty, enlightening, moderately entertaining, or interesting nothing comes to mind. I think the monotony of my everyday schedule creates mental wasteland where nothing creative grows. Being interesting is just sooo exhausting.
6-7: wake to the grunting sounds of baby who is UP! "Mom?!! Come and get me mom! I don't care that your body is as heavy and unresponsive as massive boulder. Mom!! I don't care that it is still pitch black in my room, I know that it is MORNING TIME!"
7-9ish: if the day is a good day and I don't completely feel like death warmed over, I plot Baby F. in the BOB and go for a run. And by run, I really mean a measly one mile shuffle as I try to convince my stretched-out hip-flexors and my creaky knees to get back into the groove. Then we come home and I plot baby down on the playmat to cavort while I stretch and read email, etc.
9-11ish: And.....baby is ready for a nap. I go take a shower, eat breakfast, and decide how productive I want to be that day. Which is usually when my mind gives me the equivalent of the blue screen of death. Productive? What does that even mean?
11-1ish: Baby is UP! And ready to play again. If it is Wednesday, this is the time when I try to make it to the last hour of either playgroup or the mother's breastfeeding group. Otherwise, I play with baby on the mat, and then put him in the carrier and attempt to keep the filthiness at bay by attempting to straighten the house, do laundry, clean up the kitchen, etc. If you saw my house, you would say the effort was indeed futile. Not long into this process, baby starts indicating that it is close to.....
1-3ish: Nap time! Baby goes down for a nap, I get lunch, and then I start eyeing the couch and how comfy it looks. Perhaps a brief nap?
3-6ish: The longest stretch of the day because baby isn't going to go down again until it is bedtime, even though he will be tired. Here I go into survival mode, waiting until Mr. F. comes home, and he can help entertain the baby, who by this time, is tired of mom. Here I try to get stuff done like work on dinner, finish up other jobs I have started, but it is all punctuated by cries indicating that Baby Is Bored and wants to try Something Else, preferably while mommy is holding him.
6-7: I try to put little guy to bed. This can be a lengthy process depending on whatever developmental milestone Baby F. is currently working on. Baby F. sometimes has a hard time Shutting Off and just sleeping already.
7-8:30: Mr. F. and I eat dinner, maybe watch an hour of something, and then it is off to bed. We like our sleep around here and the morning comes too soon.
Writing it down, it sounds like I should have Large Chunks of Time in which to do things. And perhaps I do, but when I think about starting any one project, I think "but I only have a half hour before baby wakes up," and it doesn't seem worth it. Or I think, "but that just seems like so much effort." And effort and I are not friends these days.
Any ideas out there about how to get motivated? Especially when you day is broken up into little chunks of opportunity?