02.08.10
Not everyone dreads Mondays…
We had a hectic week, followed by a semi-productive weekend. Rain and light snow—and a whole lot of mud—kept us inside for the most part. I was about 19 days behind on laundry, which meant that I spent a lot of time with Spray ‘n Wash and basket of clothes Saturday and Sunday. I couldn’t really remember the last time I put much thought into meal planning for the upcoming week, so I devoted a bit of time there, too. For the most part, we are catching up—the fridge is stocked, errands are done and aside of a bit of gift shopping, things are relatively under control at home this week.
Work, however, is another story. Working in higher ed makes you think of the year by semester. You start in the fall, take winter break, resume in the spring, and tie things up over the summer. I do my best to focus my unit’s work in the spring and fall semesters, leaving December and part of January somewhat light. The summers are open for program planning, project work, and of course, a couple of long vacations.
February, March and April are brutal. I know from experience that productivity is of the utmost importance, and yet often, extremely elusive, especially by 4 pm. I keep a task list organized by day, but find that six hours of meetings with only 20 or 30 minutes in between doesn’t lend itself well do doing much more than email. To move a project forward, I seem to require a chunk of time. (A Diet Coke and a quiet office don’t hurt either.) I usually find myself feeling frantically far behind.
It’s stressful, and unfortunately, I am not particularly good at leaving that stress at the office, which probably explains why I am equally far behind at come come most Saturdays.
I don’t know that I would change it, though. I love the pace that comes with working in communications. I love the ever-evolving and expanding priorities. I love the camaraderie that comes from working with a team through the details of major events and initiatives. I love how every day is completely different and often unexpected.
And, like Dagny has Mondays to look forward to, I have July.
I am sure it will be here soon…
02.07.10
Why I prefer to run errands alone
Ava: Are we done now? Can we go back home?
Mom: Almost, one more stop.
Ava: Ugh, where?
Mom: The liquor store…
Ava: Can we get candy there!?!
Mom: No.
Ava: Why?!
Mom: Because.
Ava: Because is not a reason.
Mom: Because they don’t sell candy.
Ava: Of course they do! They sell LICORICE.
Mom: What?
Ava: It’s a LICORICE STORE.
02.03.10
Sour Cream Coffee Cake
We had the pleasure of hosting Doug and Karyl over the weekend, and on Sunday, Karyl’s Kansas cousins joined us for brunch. I took the opportunity to make Barefoot Contessa’s Sour Cream Coffee Cake—with a tremendous amount of help from Ava.
I love Ina Garten recipes because of the simple yet transformational tweaks. Here, for instance, she makes the glaze not with water or milk, but maple syrup. It’s amazing!
02.01.10
The Grandparents Great
When I found out I needed another sinus surgery a couple of weeks ago, my grandparents offered to come down and help us out as I recovered. Having been through this before, I politely declined, noting that it was minor, outpatient and really not a big deal.
As I thought about it more, I became a bit worried about being released in time to pick the kids up from daycare that day. I also remembered that I have an embarrassingly low tolerance for pain and discomfort, and my grandma is quite possibly the nicest person on the entire planet.
So, I emailed her again, asking if I could please reconsider my initial response. Happily, they promised to arrive the day before my surgery and stay with the kids through the middle of the week.
Gramma and Grampa came on Monday night, loaded with casseroles for our freezer and the healing elixir that is homemade chicken noodle soup. They spoiled all of us for days, taking great care of us and reminding me they are two of the most generous, caring and utterly selfless people I have ever had the pleasure to know.
And, on top of all of that, Gramma and Ava made sugar cookies . . . I am truly blessed, no?












