I'm officially naming this season of my life the "Post-it Note" Phase.
There are a couple of reasons that I've settled on the PIN Phase. The first one is probably pretty obvious... I'm surrounded by Post-it Notes! These gems have a wide variety of super random To Dos on them. Most are at least partially crossed off, but typically have some straggler tasks that i drag around from one note to the next. You know those pesky tasks that you want to do - or know you need to do - but then have a hard time actually DOING. Like "Order pictures" which has appeared on every Post-it Note To Do list for the last 6 months. #winning
The thing about the reminder notes is that I really REALLY need them these days. The stuff that needs to get done is spread across work, kids, home, school, volunteer, sports, shopping, etc etc etc. We all have this. I'm not unique. Post-it reminders are the only way for me to focus in on what should get done in the brief periods of time available to actually DO STUFF. I got to work early today. Like 6:20... no one was here. No meetings this early. Blissfully quiet. I spent 15 minutes buying Amazon Pantry Items. Job done - knocked 3 things off our shopping list and one off my green Post-it Note.
(Side note for anyone with small kids... it's hard to keep up with toiletries and their status of Full-to-Empty when you have teenagers who do all those tasks themselves. Also - teenagers don't tell you they need stuff until the stuff is completely gone. It's fun.)
Nice Post-it Note benefit... I have had to prep several meetings/conferences for work in the past. One of my favorite things to do with a group of participants to get them talking is to make them write on Post-it Notes with Sharpies. I mean, really, who doesn't love a fresh Sharpie? And if I can get them writing on Post-it Notes (which we always actually POST in a central spot) it's a great conversation starter. This has left me with a vast array of half-used, multi-colored Post-it Note pads. This is particularly nice in my current PIN Phase because sometimes I feel like a blue note and sometimes I feel more pink. Using the standard yellow all the time might be depressing. LOL
The other, and actually more significant, reason for my desire to name this craziness that we call our "routine" the Post-it Note Phase is that I can probably fit the details of 95% of the conversations and interactions I have with the people I love most onto a standard-sized Post-it Note. I hardly see these people. It's only week 2 of school and I'm already depressed about the loss of those interactions. I feel we are barely communicating - much less actually connecting. We pass each other heading in different directions. We do hugs or cuddles or high fives. That's pretty much it.
Bob and I are doing divide-and-conquer almost every day. Sometimes we get a Saturday afternoon together. Or the ride to church and back. There are things we need to talk about. Stuff that needs to be decided. (Nothing bad at all... just normal stuff - you know, should we rebuild the deck? when do you want to buy new carpet? who is picking up which kid? do we need an inspire pick-up? do we have any lunchmeat left? HAVE YOU FOUND THE SNAKE?) We communicate in text messages and Post-it Note sized tidbits of conversation. It sucks. I'm not a fan of our current schedule. At all.
So PIN Phase... I shall survive you, but I am not enjoying this right now. Maybe if I can figure out a way to get the To Do list Post-it notes down to the mini-size and the connection Post-it notes up to the 3x5 size... #lifegoals
Here's a sweet pictures of Zane before his face broke out in a nasty infection last week. He picked up something from either camp or his football helmet. I think whatever it was came from the helmet because it was only on his face. He's totally fine now (or nearly) after some antibiotics.
Have a good week everyone. We get to watch Spencer play in his first high school football scrimmage tomorrow night. Next week fall lacrosse starts up. Wish us logistical luck... it's gonna be interesting!
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