If you think this baby is cute, come join his mom on Facebook, talking about parenthood, shopping, and helping babies TODAY AT 11 AM PACIFIC! It’s a live chat, yo.
February is over and done with and hoo-boy. I looked up and realized that I basically missed that whole month.
So on Sunday night I smugly sat down to schedule out my week so that I wouldn’t miss any bill-paying deadlines or forget a kid’s Library Book Day and also still get lots of work done. I noted all of my existing commitments and wrote down pickup times and activities and such even though I know them by heart, all in effort to lay out a visual picture of the week so I could assess the “free” time and plug in my Things To Do accordingly. I used my paper planner, my Google calendar, my wall calendar, and my notebook. And my phone. I was all in.
The problem is I think I forgot that I’m getting old and I can’t stay up late anymore. Or that I had double-booked my Wednesday night. Or that some of my Things To Do actually take more research and/or thinking to actually DO. I mean, you can’t rush art.
So here I am 1.5 days into the week and already I’m behind – a lot. I have no choice but to stick to my pre-scheduled commitments but the ongoing projects that I thought I could weasel into the days are taking a lot longer than I expected.
I just wrote a post that appeared on Agoura Hills Mom and BlogHer called “Lower Your Expectations: Tips For a Family Road Trip.” I think I’m going to have to apply that mantra to my entire life, at least my own productivity.
The good news is that I am not freaking out about this. One of my commitments was a Thai massage – I took a few hours out of my day to drive, experience, and return from this massage and I must say it was a wonderful boost for my attitude. In other times my head would be spinning, but today I am able to say “I cannot accomplish this today – I will need to push my self-appointed deadline forward. And that’s okay.”
Wake me when my Kindergartener starts first grade, please.
Next Wednesday, March 6, at 11:00 AM Pacific Time, I will be co-hosting a chat on Help a Mother Out’s Facebook page. We’ll be talking about the humorous adventures of parenthood, online shopping, and how you can easily make donations to charity without even really thinking about it. KarmaWell, makers of a charity donation app, will be joining us and offering prizes and a diaper donation.
KarmaWell is a desktop browser app that allows you to make donations to your favorite charity (which is obviously HAMO) every time you make a purchase online on your computer. Just install it on your browser, choose your charity, and when it’s time to buy Junior’s spring wardrobe online, a percentage of your total purchase will be donated. And it’s completely free
The more people install and use this app and select HAMO as the beneficiary, the more we’ll be able to collect to help get diapers on babies.
1. Signup with KarmaWell
2. Install our app to your computer (Chrome, Firefox, IE)
3. Just shop online for what you want, when you want it
4. Click To Enable Donations when you see the app… even if just browsing to ensure retailers donate if you make a purchase – it adds up!
Everybody wins! For every installation of KarmaWell that happens as a result of our Facebook chat, the company will donate diapers!
We’ll be joined on our chat by some pretty great ladies who have funny and inspiring stories to tell about motherhood and parenting. Come on over and join us – it will be fun and you’ll be doing a good thing.
I’ve been singing this lately as I clean, or fold clothes, or cut the 1,000th Box Tops For Education cardboard square. It’s not exactly a happy working song, but I find it sort of soothing, and sort of sad.
Years gone by and still
Words don’t come easily
Like forgive me
Forgive me
I had this song on a cassette tape that a rideshare girl made me in college. We listened to the same mix tapes of Tracy Chapman and Fleetwood Mac over and over again on a 14-hour drive – both ways – between Notre Dame and Connecticut during my freshman year. That was 100 years ago. Her name was Sherry and I am embarrassed to realize that I don’t remember her last name. I am forever grateful to her for the music, and for my lifelong love of turkey subs with a little mayo, some lettuce, and a sprinkling of black pepper.









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