Erin OS @ Making a Checklist 7.21.20

I have had a really productive two days at work. I am alert, making quick connections and moving things forward. I am getting hours worth of work done in 5 minute sprints, I am relaxing in between, and I am getting my footing on things that have long been a wash.

I am also purging my house, continually updating “life lists”, selling items on my temporary Facebook account (which – omg – Facebook got hard) and updating flights, switching laundry, sitting on the stoop after watering the garden.

The house is a total wreck but there is order in the chaos. And, at some point today between working with a car dealership on a cash offer for my car and brainstorming love it or list it options on the house, I moved two Harry Potter coin purses into a pile next to two throw pillows because “that’s where they went”.

All the while, I have been thinking about Ellen and Lucy and working with Will on what we think is best for their back to school. I moved my flight to have a week with them and just veg, see my mom. That will be nice. We have FaceTimed Aria, Kara and Maddox a couple of times and our “Married Life Business” list has items for them…

Checks benefits site…

Submits life changing event…

Adds two more items to the list to get immunization updates…

Adds item to the list to make ortho appointment…

David has been working and taking showers. He keeps the kitchen clean, is in charge of the coffee and makes routine checks out of the window; noticing how much the grass has grown “probably because of all this rain”.

He poses questions about the sump pump, why Kanye is famous, and whether or not “cars with the boom boom boom” are just a “city life thing”.

Tonight I sat on our gently used West Elm Paige Queen Sleeper (which can be yours for $400) and listened to him while he paced and talked and looked handsome.

He joined me on the couch and I asked him a thematic question about the fall, how we might talk through the ideas on the horizon with the kids.

“Babe, I’ll have to think on that – my brain is not as multithreaded as yours”.

Multithreaded. :)

“In computer architecturemultithreading is the ability of a central processing unit (CPU) to provide multiple threads of execution concurrently, supported by the operating system.” (Wikipedia, obvi)

I am for sure a million miles more productive when I have a lot to execute on. It can make me seem crazy though, preoccupied even, and fast about things.

It’s interesting to have this description from David in our marriage. I can feel this sensation of the reverb “does not compute” when I don’t get the answers I am looking for. But that’s not because I am annoyed.

It’s because I’m executing.

Interesting.

That’s all for now. Buy my stuff on Facebook. :)

 

 

An Answer to a Prayer @ one of those moments 7.19

Just when I think maybe I don’t pray enough anymore, that I’m not actively communicating to the greater good what my thoughts are and where my heart is, so maybe now this time I have to sort through on my own, God grants me a thunderstorm.

It’s near 8 o’clock, I’m in bed with my legs propped up. My tea is almost done steeping.

One of the panels of the bedroom curtain is drawn back, and I can hear and see the rain.

An evening thunderstorm rolled in and is hanging out above us with a hearty steady rumble but not with fury.

Anything white or green outside glows in the dusk while the day is washed away.

An answer to a prayer.

There’s nothing like the peace of knowing you get to try again tomorrow.

Becoming a Stepmom @ the middle of sorting bins Webster 7.18

Been writing and processing the words “my husband” more than “being a wife” in recent weeks.

Reason for that is actually super clear to me. I became a wife before I met David. In the 7 years I was divorced or maybe 8, I became a woman who trusted herself, who learned to listen, who gave space to others, who took care of herself.

In those things, I became ready to be somebody’s wife. Those journals are where I learned that. Now I can marvel at the tide of him being husband… not boyfriend, not fiancé… husband. It’s fascinating.

But as the headband went on this morning and the sleeves rolled up, I found myself excited and motivated to get the house ready for the kids. Not the girls. The kids. Not Ellen and Lucy. Ellen Aria Lucy Kara and Maddox. 15, 14, 12, 11, 7.

I get to have a 7 year old again :)

I have gotten the house ready for the girls plenty of times. Week on / week off always afforded me a little Sunday practice of tidying and setting.

But this? This new ball game of getting the house ready for the kids has me daydreaming about decorating for Christmas with Kara, setting up Aria for supreme comfort and making the perfect balance of boy / man space for Maddox’s Star Wars toys and legos.

I’m setting aside the cookie and pancake stuff. Remembering the middle girls new love of “no bake chocolate cakes” and thinking of how to make their ingredients set up for them.. not just for the novelty and joy they would get from their own basket, but to prevent the surprise of all the sudden being out of vanilla when I go to use it.

It’s fun. David is down piddling in the shed and the yard. I’m about to put tunes back on and continue my evolution into stepmom, mom, mom of 5, “Erin”.

Christmas will be fun this year!
Current Sitch. :-/