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To Done 4-23

  • Up at 6:20. Blind with fatigue.
  • Made MJ breakfast, gave her laxative.
  • Made Mike breakfast. Packed his lunch.
  • Changed first poopy diaper
  • Asked Mike to take MJ to his woodshop for five minutes so I could “meditate.” 
  • Went to bedroom and prepared to sit. Realized the sheets needed changing. Stripped bed.
  • Sat on dirty bedding and meditated for two minutes. Mantra: lasagna for dinner? Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. No.
  • Started load of wash. Realized I should shower while I had a free moment. Stopped load of wash.
  • Took shower. Dressed. While doing so realized bedroom floor was dust savannah.
  • Vacuumed bedroom. Mike and MJ still in shop. Score! Headed for living room. Vacuumed it. Attempted to suck up pile of legos in the middle of the rug. Failed. Apparently my Dyson didn’t come with a “toys” attachment. Must get one.
  • Still no Mike and MJ. Vacuumed MJ’s room.
  • Brought vacuum cleaner to utility room. There found annoyed husband. Apparently I was supposed to go get him when I was done meditating. Now he is late for work.
  • Kissed Mike good bye. Apologized again. Reminded him to take lunch.
  • Walked dog with MJ. Looked for baby birds. I think they really are dead this time. 
  • Got rained on.
  • Re-started load of laundry.
  • Made MJ playdough — blue and yellow. She promptly combined them. Did not make green.
  • Made scones. Didn’t have buttermilk. “Food Substitutions Bible” said to use milk with lemon juice instead. Result: doorstops with raisins.
  • Decided to make lasagna so Mike will have food — edible — for when MJ and I go out of town. 
  • Realized I didn’t have the ingredients.
  • Switched laundry.
  • Headed to Trader Joe’s.
  • On way dropped off two big bags of clothes at consignment shop. Left MJ in car. In illegal spot. Wondered if I would be arrested. Wasn’t.
  • Came home with three bags of groceries. While unloading them from car noticed dress hanging on clothesline. It had gotten rained on. Brought it, groceries, and daughter inside.
  • Decided dress was functionally “sprinkled.” Ironed it.
  • Petted MJ, who had declared that she was now a “white dog named Mina.” Fed her pineapple.
  • Started to put groceries away.
  • Changed second poopy diaper.
  • Finished putting groceries away.
  • Put MJ/Mina down for nap.
  • Made spinach lasagna. 
  • Washed all dishes from the day so far — about 650.
  • Read NYT article about the death of conversation. Resolved to never again text or e-mail in front of MJ. Knew I would fail. Despaired.
  • Put clean sheets on bed. 
  • Started to put clean cover on duvet, but found it was badly torn. WTF? Does my dryer have teeth? Decided to get rid of it, then realized that, with the hole where it is, I can now reach in the top of the cover and pull the duvet up from the bottom! Vast improvement. Contemplated patenting design.
  • Read twenty-three pages of  History of Jerusalem. Thirty pages to go. Must finish before leaving. The pressure. I have come to hate this book.
  • Went and got MJ, who had woken. Fed her lasagna. She picked out all the spinach.
  • Played “seashore” in the utility room.
  • Walked Mina.
  • Sat in the front garden and “watched the world go by.” MJ waved at passing cars. No one waved back. Jerks.
  • Made MJ an almond butter and jelly sandwich. Put sliced fancy tomatoes on side. Watched as she systematically destroyed, without actually ingesting any of, entire meal. Calculated that she had just rendered inedible about seven dollars worth of artisanal food. Could not bring myself to throw it away, eat it, or feed it to the dog. Left it on the counter.
  • Washed bathtub.
  • Bathed MJ.
  • Put her down.
  • Sat down at kitchen table to check e-mail. 
  • Heard baby bird outside.
  • Ate lasagna. Delicious.

To Done 3/26

  • Up at 7 with MJ.
  • Watched, with her, while DWP repaired streetlight. Danced a victory dance.
  • Put in a load of laundry.
  • Emptied garbage in bathrooms.
  • Woke Mike.
  • Family breakfast — sort of. 
  • Drove to Silverlake with MJ. 
  • Stopped at Grow Kid Grow to sell a bag of used kids’ clothes. Realized I’d forgotten bag at home. 
  • Took MJ to gym class. The gigantic bouncy house was up. Myra-Jean — who has been in it many times before — decided that she was terrified of it. Refused to stay in gymnasium. 
  • Had snacks with other moms and kids after class. Worried about daughter’s phobic nature. 
  • Went to Trader Joe’s. Did huge shop.
  • Got halfway home. Realized I’d forgotten to buy coffee. Will have to go back tomorrow. 
  • Put MJ down for nap.
  • Put away groceries. Got hit on foot by falling box of butter. Wondered if toe was broken.
  • Made tuna sandwich. Realized I’d bought salmon for dinner. Worried about mercury. Ate sandwich anyway.
  • Swept living room. Mina is a fiendish shedding machine. I could stuff a pillow with her hair. Fantasized, for millionth time, about non-shedding Labradoodle we will get when Mina is no more. Then felt like a jerk.
  • Put in load of laundry. Folded load of laundry. Put clothes away.
  • Swept kitchen and dining room. Finally picked up pumpkin seed that’s been under table for two weeks.
  • Printed twenty-five page tax “organizer” sent months ago by accountant. Looked at first page. Had panic attack.
  • Wrote one thank you note.
  • Went and got MJ when she woke. 
  • Drove with her to Green Bean to sell the bag of clothes I forgot to sell at other store this morning. 
  • Went to library to kill time while clothes got priced.  
  • Library was closed. Caesar Chavez day. 
  • Consoled MJ over library disappointment. Cursed Caesar Chavez. Then felt like a big jerk. Who does that?
  • Brought MJ to Peekaboo Playland as consolation. Watched her jump in bouncy house. Tried to undertsand why she wasn’t scared now.
  • Went back to Green Bean. Thirty-one bucks credit! I am rich.
  • Attempted to shop. 
  • Left in frustration after MJ strewed dress shoes about store. 
  • Made tortellini for MJ’s dinner. She wouldn’t eat it.
  • Gave her a bath.
  • Got her ready for bed. Consoled her when she told me she was scared “of night.” Reminded her of fixed streetlight. 
  • Sang her a song, tucked her in, said good night.
  • Started to eat her tortellini.
  • Got called back in. MJ had pooped. Changed diaper.
  • Sang her a song, tucked her in, said good night.
  • Ate rest of tortellini.
  • Amazingly, another poop. In process of changing this one I dropped it on the floor.
  • Cleaned floor in dark while simultaneously reassuring MJ that “poop is good! Mommy’s just tired.”
  • Sang a song, tucked her in, said good night.
  • Washed dishes.
  • Cleaned stovetop.
  • Switched laundry. Folded load.
  • Cleaned toaster. Read warning label on bottom. Contemplated mortality. Realized I, too, am scared of night.
  • Watched episode of “Modern Family.”
  • Brought out trash bins.
  • Listened to silence of street light. Beautiful.