Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Five (Six) Things I Do Everyday

Another great post idea from Listable Life!

So I'm on lunch and a a little voice in my head said, "Blog. Blog. Blog." I opened up this one and thought, oh dear. My life is marked by it's vanilla sameness and homogeneity. My day is most likely like anyone else's day. How can I liven this topic up a bit? Hmmn? Well, here is it. Nothing shocking, sorry, but you're still reading so here goes.

1. Wish each kid "good morning" while using a silly nickname. My kids will hate me for this, but I have come up with some strange nicknames to use when I wake them. Rainbow Fart, Sugar Tush, Super G, Sweet Girlie. Yes, I 'm that weird mom. Never in public, though! Total Mortification Imminent.

2. Take the mundane and turn it into a Broadway-style song. No, I most certainly cannot sing. But until the kids were old enough to know better, they were snowed into believing I could. It's fun. Try it.

3. Read Twitter updates from my tweeps that live seemingly all over the world. They are hours ahead of me time wise and I wake up feeling oddly like I missed something. Even if that something brings Bedazzler and gold trim together in a striking, fashionable manner.

4. Read online articles or play Words With Friends while I simultaneously make dinner, help with homework, ignore the phone, and/or write stuff down in my Filofax. I may not multi-task well, but if I didn't try I would be ashamed of myself. And bored.

5. Tuck my kids in at might while singing the same songs I made up when they were little sacks of sugar. I throw in "Blackbird" and "Baby Mine" occasionally as well. Some nights I skip this because of time, fatigue, illnenss, etc., and do I hear about it then!

And one bonus item:

6. I commit 15 minutes a day to doing something to make progress on my Big Paper. It could be reading, writing, planning, researching, or accessing the on-line support system I use. If I don't do this, I won't finish. Period.I know, exciting, eh? Thanks for reading.

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