I joined a pretentious book group at the beginning of the year. We are reading Madame Bovary – which I’m enjoying and pretty sure I’ll finish in the next few days. But right now, I’m in my lull. My little break in which I feel like I’m luxuriating in 10,000 extra hours. In Feb, they want to read Crime & Punishment. Am I really going to read that book? Whatever. I guess so. Here goes nothing.
I bought a video monitor for Edda today. There are some situations in which I am the only grownup in the house and I need to be upstairs (usually working on school/work/finances/laundry) and she can happily be watching TV in her own room for hours, but she gets stuck in certain positions on furniture and then I have to tend to her for a moment to extricate her. The sound monitor isn’t enough to alert me to her being stuck somewhere because she is crafty and often won’t cry out when she’s stuck. When I’m alone with Edda, I hate being on a different floor than her. But if I’m on the 2nd floor, she can’t really roam our room because it’s a mess and a tripping hazard and doesn’t have all of her TV shows arranged just so. Though I’m paranoid that someday, a door will inadvertently be left open and she’ll tumble down the stairs.
Given my luxury of time, I spend it thinking about how to be more productive and the cool thing these days to do is a bullet journal. I’ve been keeping a paper calendar/to-do list ever since I was 14, so I think I’m pretty good at it, but Instagram proves me wrong. Look at this crazy insanity of to-do lists (these thing are not mine!!!):
I’ll show you mine. I think I get stuff done.