Schedules and Running Around Like a Chicken

 

These are actually our chickens.  They are typically as befuddled as I am.


That's what I do.  I run around like a chicken with my head cut off.
  Something's gotta change around here!

Today as I blearally stared at the piece of lined paper before me on the school room table, thoughts of how to possibly tweak my schedule so as to curtail some of that headless chicken feeling overtook me.  I've been ruminating all evening, so much so that I haven't much else to offer you, poor reader, until I get this mess all figured out.

I'm toying with going back to a schedule that makes the most of the afternoon hours while baby and toddler are sleeping.  I did that once before with success, but something about letting go of our current craziness unsettles me, as if perhaps the unfamiliar must somehow be scarier than the familiar, which really isn't working at all.  Goofy.

In the meantime, go enter that contest if you haven't already.  And on the 16th, the Bluedorns at Trivium Pursuit have a special offer for you that will be posted right here as well.

I'm off to play with my Excel Spreadsheet.  The life I lead!