I have had a couple of people now e-mail me to say that they like the idea of recording the day’s accomplishments. I firmly believe that we don’t give ourselves enough credit, and I know how easily I downplay what I do in a day because it doesn’t have a concrete or immediate result, so if I can prove to myself that my day was not a waste because I got maintenance/work/research whatever done (you know, stuff that gets me closer to a concrete goal) then I’m happier and less stressed. And if I’m inspiring people to re-examine their own days and their accomplishments to see that they do more than they think they do too, then so much the better. (Conversely, I’m sure there are people out there grumbling because they think I’m showing them up by boasting about what I get done, like the folk who hate seeing writers post word count because they see it as some sort of competition or judgment, but really? That’s so not why I’m doing this.)
I have to get into my head that Fridays are half-days in the summer, because of HRH’s summer hours. The boys come home after lunch.
Things I Did Today:
– 3 loads of laundry (was raring to go at 7:45 but waited till 9:00, because there’s a tenant in the downstairs apartment again and I thought it graceful to not start the machines till the standard accepted-noisemaking-hour)
– baked bread
– baked shortbread squares
– finished and handed in the freelance assignment
– finished and sent the rough draft of new baby naming ritual (the babies, they just keep coming!)
– printed out new music
– registered the group and paid for the upcoming camping weekend
– printed out medical and waiver forms
– set the breadmaker up on the timer to make pizza dough for supper
Somewhere along the way today I realised that I have a birthday party to plan for next Saturday. I did ask the boy earlier this week what wanted for his birthday dinner, and he said hot dogs, to which I said, er, no, because I am not serving my parents and in-laws hot dogs. I was thinking salmon. I wonder if that qualifies as a “five-year-old food” in the boy’s hierarchy of age-appropriate consumables?
Okay it’s 1:00, and the boys are home. Time to pack up and head out.