Another NaBloPoMo has come and gone.
It's always a little surprising to me that for someone who feels like there's rarely a dull moment, I often scratch my head and wonder what to write about during this blog posting month. Today's a good example. I feel like I have zero to comment on or report. Of course, anyone who knows me knows that if they ask me about politics, Barbie, or any number of topics I can be off at the races. But, I'm usually not in the mood to get on my soap box(es) in this blog.
So, I've been sitting her scratching my head about what the heck to write about, and I decided to review my 'rarely a dull moment' past 24 hours.
Yesterday was a work-from-home day for me which usually means a solid mix of home-work activity.
My day started with my continued re-entry from my return from Houston the night before. I was eager to check in with my grandpa to see how he's doing, finish unpacking, catch up on work emails, work out, etc. (PS - My grandpa's story is a cautionary tale about the vulnerabilities of advancing age and being kind to your step-kids. Mom, feel free to share with Ed. ;) )
By 8:30AM, there were researchers at my house for me and Sophie to participate in a study about kids and technology. (Mini soap-box: I'm getting less interested in volunteering with this research group because it seems more of their work is about helping the technology reach younger kids vs. learning about the effects of technology on kids and learning.)
I had about 30 minutes to work and return calls before getting to my back doctor appointment. My back completely seized up and I was losing mobility over the past two weeks. Twice I almost collapsed at work with no warning. No good. I was so happy to learn that I didn't have any neural issues, but he said I needed a solid two weeks to get the inflammation down before we could go back to preventative efforts. (Wasn't I just talking about the "vulnerabilities of advancing age.")
I left the back appointment feeling relieved and a little better, ran home to return work calls and emails for about an hour, and then headed out to Chevy Chase, MD (because I'm a moron and decided to pick up a pair of shoes I tried on and liked and could have purchased easily earlier in the week but instead decided I hated shopping and didn't get them. Only later did logic sink in that I only have 20 pairs of shoes included slippers, sneakers, and Tevas, and I just gave several away with a big pile of GoodWill stuff. I needed shoes to wear to work today. DUH!). So off I went to the only store in the area that now had them, because the others I had tried on were sold.
On the way home (with snazzy new shoes in possession), a fellow moron hit my car. If it wasn't sad, it would have been an SNL skit. The woman who hit me 'wasn't quite right' which means she was a whack job. She kept climbing all over the inside of her car looking for her papers, set off her car alarm FOUR times in the process, lost her keys in her car for 30 minutes, kept accidentally stomping on the gas and revving her engine, etc. A homeless man came over to watch her spectacle. Even though it wasn't a bad accident and neither of us were hurt, we ended up needing to call a police officer for assistance because she would only take my insurance information and wouldn't give me hers (paranoid much?). The officer came, clearly stated it was her fault, pried her information out of her, and then let me leave (AN HOUR LATER).
I ran by the grocery store to pick up the ever-urgent bananas and a few other things and went home to cram in 20 minutes of agenda preparation for today's meetings. Then, off to pick up Zoe (with a snack or she turns in to Medusa - who does she get that from?), rush her to dance, drop her off, run to another appointment of mine while she's at dance, and then pick her up and head home.
I had the kids at bedtime while Scott went to play guitar (awesomeness). After doing homework with Zoe, reading time and playing, etc., they went to bed.
Then I re-focused on that work-life activity that I fluctuate between on work at home days.
I coordinated a meeting with 15 colleagues (who all also were on-line at that time - what's wrong with us?), did some meeting preparation for today and Monday events, set up the holiday party for Zoe's class (making gingerbread houses next Friday), bought a goat as a gift for her class (very fun), did all my client billing, balanced my check book, did a little research for Mia's birthday location next month, caught up on all my email, and who knows what else. I'm sure I left out a few things.
When Scott got home, we hung out together and caught up, went through the mail, and talked AGAIN about what the heck we're going to do the week the kids are out of school for the holidays. Lights out at 11:30 PM.
And, lights out on NaBloPoMo. Thanks as always to my Milk Mom friends who encourage this month of gabbing.