Yesterday I hit an all-time productivity high. I tripled my page/word goal, managed to do the dishes, and even ran three errands before picking Z up at school and taking her to the park.
I bask in my super-awesomeness cape and matching lip gloss!
I was especially smug about the word count. Not wanting to brag to everyone in the whole world, I saved that info for Homes and Katy, both of whom were duly impressed. I was even contemplating a post for today on Parenting & Productivity, and how I get so much more work done after having Z than I’d ever dreamed of doing before Z. If only I knew what was in store for me.
This morning Homes and I received the 3 a.m. wake-up call. The kind that kept calling, and calling, and calling. “Daddy! Daddy! DAAAAADDDDDDDYYYY! Mommy Daddy! Mommydaddy Mommydaddy!” And then, once the caller was safely established in her cot, and the Ever-Suffering Mother and Homes safely in their Bed of Pain, the whining started.
To make a very long & painful story short, usually I sleep until 7, but today I was too pissed off.
I’ve been awake since 3:30.
On the bright side, I was able to accomplish these things, all before 7 a.m.:
- fold laundry
- scrub shower
- vacuum
- wash the dishes
- give Z breakfast
- pick up Z’s toys that didn’t get picked up the night before (surprise)
On the very dark and sad side, there is no way I’ll triple my writing goal today. My eyes kept closing while I tried to reach my regular writing goal.
I did reach it, though, so there.
Beth Hull 
Dang, sounds productive to me and I ain’t even preggo! (sorry for hick tone–was up at 5–no excuse as not even because of sleepless child–and did not scrub shower or vacuum). Doesn’t tripling your word count goal yesterday mean you don’t have to do a damn thing today? Except nap? Congratulations on reaching your daily goal in any case. You’re still Super Mama Writer.
Thanks for the encouragement, PB! And I’d have given myself a break today except I REALLY want to finish this draft before the baby’s born. But…since I did hit my goal for the day, it will very soon be naptime.
Bleh – I hate mornings like that & it’s impressive at how many tasks you got done regardless; I usually end up just turning into “cranky mommy” & follow it up with a trip to Starbucks to “reward” myself for the misery I’m in 🙂 I’m hoping to catch up on your blog posts so it might be a night of commenting from me!!
I think I did reward myself that day, either with Starbucks or some kind of pastry. Maybe both. 🙂 Looking forward to reading your comments, Vic!