One of my less attractive qualities is an obsessive-compulsive need to schedule every half an hour of my day. However, as more of my waking hours have been surrendered to supporting a new release at work, extra dentist appointments for the kids, and an impending influx of guests for Christmas, I’ve begun arranging my day by the quarter hour.
Last night, as I stood at the kitchen island, my rear end facing the red hot wood stove and my iPad calendar open, seven-year-old Thing2 came to rest his chin on one of my arms as I rearranged my work day for today. I got my writing at 4 AM, email at 6, kids to the bus at seven, fitness at 7:30, dinner preparation at 8:30 so we can eat at right at 5:30 or whenever I actually sign off work.
“What are you doing?” He asked.
“Just prioritizing my day,” I said.
“What are prior-ties?”
I thought for a second and then answered, “They’re just important things on my to-do list.”
Then I scrolled to Saturday. Writing got a nice chunk of the morning while the family was still in bed. I had a block for work, but moved it to the end of the day. There were blocks for running and breakfast at Bob’s, cleaning and grocery shopping. I was moving my blocks of to-do’s from one hour of Saturday to another when Thing2 held my scrolling arm tight and said, “You don’t have any time scheduled to cuddle with me.”
“You’re right,” I said. “Where should we put it.”
“Let’s do it right before we go to Bob’s for breakfast,” he said.
I added a one hour block after writing and running and right before Bob’s to sit on the couch and snuggle. Thing2 gave me a big hug and said, “I think we got the prior-ties in order, Mom.”