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Priorities.

So, today is a sort of a different kind of day. I feel, in addressing my  quest to be positive and productive, my brain is a mess of mush. I have so many different ideas wandering through my head on a daily basis that it is nearly impossible to make sense of it all. I want to be a better wife and mother. I want to be a better friend. I want to take better care of myself. I want to embrace my spirituality. I want to be creative and ambitious. However, today, I have been glued to the Internet working on photos while my kids have patiently played around me, and I feel like I am kind of failing. Yep, not so positive today.

Now that the kids are napping, it’s time to get serious. I think in addressing my quest for internal and external peace, I need a plan. Some people are equipped to simply set a goal, develop a plan, and attain it. I am not that person. I need regimented and contant reminders. My rootless positivity is helping no one. I need priorities.

I have 6 main areas that need improving and balance–motherhood, wifery, friendship/family, self, spirituality and creativity. So, here’s my plan:

In the beginning, each day will be devoted to the improvement of one of these 6 goal areas to better dig in and attack concerns with clear priorities in mind. I will prioritize each week, and go from there. At the on-set of each day, I will strive to develop 5 “Completable” tasks for that day. These will be both practical and necessary to stay focused. Lots of organization and motivation. Whew! Can I do this? YES, I can. 🙂

In addressing these goals, there will be prevailing super-ultimate goals that will be incorportated into my daily life along the way. Each of the previously mentioned “6 areas of overall improvement” play a role in my “super-ultimate goals.” I think this is making sense, right?

Setting the ultimate goals is a good place to start. Super Ultimate Goals are as follows:

1. Feel more put together as I meander through my days. In other words, tie up loose ends.

2. Laugh more, with friends and family alike.

3. Start a photography side-business and actually make a small profit.

4. Keep my house reasonably clean and organized.

5. Save money and stop using shopping and attaining things to be happy.

6. Provide a healthy lifestyle for my family and I. Be a good rolemodel for husband, my kids and those around me.

7. Figure out where I am with God and embrace it.

8. Indulge in all the brilliant people in my life, including my husband and my children.

9. Develop a 5 and 10 year plan with my husband to be sure we are living it right.

10. Enjoy my imperfections, but always attempt to quiet my insecurities.

There it is folks, my 10 SUPER ultimate goals. What are yours?

Tomorrow, just so you can see how this works, is a “Self” day. (Yes, I am starting with myself. I am selfish. Hopefully this journey will relieve me of some of my selfishness.) Let me journal it so you can see my plan in motion:

Self Day #1: Thursday, November 1, 2011

  1. Take Huck along with me to the Gym. Kick my own ass.
  2. Start back on my regimented Weight Watchers plan (heading off to a meeting tonite), paying attention to healthy snacks and not Halloween candy. This probably includes a trip to the grocery store (with coupons).
  3. Put away the laundry.
  4. Find a healthy recipe for dinner and make it for my family.
  5. Go to bed by 10pm.

And there you have it. I don’t have all the answers yet, but I hope this makes sense. I have never been great at explaining things, just ask Wildhorse. I tend to always be two-steps ahead, but no more. I am going to own my days. I will share my plans as they develop, maybe on Sundays. I think that will be a nice time for me to regroup and assess my goals. Would love for some of you to take this journey with me. Let’s see what we can accomplish! Set your own goals and let’s do this.

Wow, maybe I am scaring myself a little.

For now, I am off of this computer, and onto actionable results, like, perhaps a shower?

Cheers,

The Mommy Diarist

Water.

While folding laundry today, my absolute least favorite thing to do in the entire world next to going to the dentist and spelunking (Truth be told, I have never actually spelunked, but trust me, I know I would hate it; me+headlamps+bats+confined spaces+water=100% worst nightmare. To make it worse, caves are moist, and I despise the word m-o-i-s-t, as most self-respecting women do.), I realized that my daughter has 5 bathing suits. That is crazy! (Of course, in reviewing my summer photos, it seems I only take pictures of her in the one featured below.)

Why does she need 5? How did she get 5? Where in God’s name do all of these clothes come from?

For the record, I have two bathing suits and don’t like either one. They are cute, just not at the moment, more specifically on my body. And, 6 months post baby #2, you couldn’t pay me enough money to prance around in the backyard like she does. Ok, maybe if you paid me, like, a lot of money. But I would definitely prohibit cameras of any kind, and maybe suggest blindfolds.

I’ve found that willing away baby weight really does not work. Enough with the self-deprecation. I’ll save more on that topic for a later date.

What is it about kids and water?

I wish I got as excited about anything as my daughter does about playing in the pool with her daddy. For her 2nd birthday, she was gifted a water table by a great friend, which is a super fun gift by the way, and my husband puts it into her pool and places two sprinklers around it. Voila! He is a suburban water park genius.

I get it. I can remember being young and having olympic diving contests in my friend’s pool. The panel, our friends, would rate the dive on a 10-point scale. Lots of perfect scores; we were just that good.

I remember my purple-bluish-greenish Speedo (soo cool) swimsuit that I was obsessed with in 7th-9th grade, and I remember wearing it the first time I stepped into the Atlantic Ocean, before I became absolutely terrified of water and the creatures living therein.

It has occurred to me on more that one occasion that I will probably never go back to those fearless days of running around in a bathing suit (insert self-deprecating comment), catching sprinkles on my tongue (been there, done that), or running into the ocean (because I don’t want to be eaten by a shark). For me, getting older has made me much more fearful of life. To that, everyone answers,”well, you have much more to lose now.” I guess that’s it.

That’s part of what makes being a parent so remarkable. Not the being more scared-of-life part, but the being in absolute awe-of-it part. I watch my kids, especially my daughter, do exciting things, and I think about how much I love them and their free-spirited ways. On the other hand, I am terrified by them, saying things like, “Look out!” “Don’t run, you’ll fall!” or “How many times do I have to tell you to not drink the bath water after your brother has peed in it!.”

So, for now, I am lovingly content with the backyard water park and the swimsuit prancing. On occassion, I will hang out with her poolside, sporting a modest cover-up. Sometimes, I’ll even let her get into the pool for a few minutes with an actual diaper instead of a swimmer diaper. I know what you’re thinking, and yes, I am a rebel.

I can’t even think about her asking for the car keys. Oooo, sends shivers down my spine.

Cheers,

Mommydiarist

P.S. I started a facebook page this week and changed up the blog format a bit. Trying to be more official. For what purpose, not sure yet. I’ll let you know when I figure it out.

P.P.S. Would love your feedback, and more than that,  would love to hear your summertime memories about your own respective childhood.