Tasks for the Day

Aight. I've got my playlist on. I've got my swiffer wet jet at the ready. So far I've made muffins, fed the crew, did one bathroom, got a couple of loads of laundry on the go, called my mom and got the bean down (kind of). He's sitting in his crib looking through a book and talking to himself. A trait I never grew out of.

I have high hopes of setting the office up downstairs as mine. Currently, I don't have a designated writing space. My elliptical is in there. So it's kind of my space anyway. My fella suggested I take it over, because he rocks. His man cave is the garage. I don't have a woman cave. So this will be mine. I'm excited, because he tells me I can cover the walls in post-it notes if I like, which I will be doing, as well as getting a giant white board that I can scribble on. I'm stoked!

Before the critter came along, his room was in the process of being set up as my office. I need to get a video monitor so that I can see him as well as hear him while I'm down there. He's gotten pretty resourceful, being a month and a half short of two, and is capable of all kinds of chaos and mayhem. As it should be with a healthy, happy little guy. But I like to get a heads up and keep him from injury, if I can.

So, now I'm about to wash the floors. Then I'll swap out laundry, throw a new load in, put some away and do another bathroom. In between this, when the bean falls asleep, I'll work on Frost.

So here I go. Watch my dust.