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To Done, 10/8/13

Today MJ was in school from 9:15 to 2:15. Here’s what I got done while she was gone:

  • Picked up all toys, clothes, and artwork from floor.
  • Straightened MJ’s “studio.” Put all beads, pipe cleaners, stickers, “treasures,” and stamps back in their designated bins, muttering under my breath the whole time.
  • Vacuumed whole house.
  • Mopped kitchen and utility room.
  • Cleaned both bathrooms.
  • Did three loads of laundry.
  • Wrote fundraising e-mail to committee of Winter Faire at MJ’s school.
  • Attempted–twice–to reach donation department at Home Depot. Want them to give two Christmas Trees for our Faire. Won’t get hopes up–they won’t even spring for voice mail.
  • Wrote e-mail to work, asking for days off so that I can attend important Halloween events with MJ. Worried I’ll be denied.
  • Attempted to play with cat. Desisted, due to lack of interest.
  • Washed kitchen rug.
  • Wiped windowsills.
  • Dusted living room.
  • Removed one more alphabet sticker from flat screen TV. At this rate it will be cleared of them completely by 2014.
  • Attempted to remove glue from coffee table. Failed.
  • Attempted to remove piece of construction paper pasted to bathroom sink. Failed.
  • Loaded dishwasher.
  • Wrote another fundraising e-mail.
  • Scanned and e-mailed banking forms for our life insurance company. We fell victim to fraud again (!!) last week, and have had to close our old checking account and open a new one. This has meant contacting everyone we do online billing with and giving them our new routing number, etc. Next time an innocent-looking teenager comes to our door selling newspaper subscriptions “for her school” and asks me for a voided check I plan on assaulting her with a stepping stool.
  • Made bed.
  • Brought in trash cans.
  • Ate lunch.
  • Wrote this.
  • Left for pickup.

Tomorrow, at least, I get to go back to work. Maybe I’ll even get a manicure on my lunch break. That’ll feel like a day off, indeed.

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To Done, Garden 6/14

  • Watered all terraces in front and back gardens.
  • Fertilized all non-succulent plants, front and back, with liquid stuff we bought from plant store. Some kind of fish or seaweed-type fluid. Realized I could’ve saved myself money and just used what comes out of our water filterContinue reading

To Done 6/4

  • Up at 8:00. Meditated for two minutes.
  • Drank tea, chatted with Mike briefly before he left for work. Ships passing at crack of dawn. 
  • Walked dog.
  • Went to post office with MJ. Mailed one of Mike’s books and one ebay item. Felt, for the umpteenth time, completely baffled by the Priority Mail pricing system. Which box is flat rate? Why can I not master this?
  • Went to Trader Joe’s. Reveled in returning after a two-week (failed) experiment with Fresh and Easy. Bought chocolate treats to celebrate.
  • Stopped at Pazzo Gelato in Silverlake to pick up raffle prize for upcoming MOMS club luncheon. Got MJ a taste of “blood orange” gelato. Watched as she destroyed her new elephant shirt with it.
  • Took her to gym class. Called out “nice job!”
  • Had snacks outside. Ate most of a bag of peanut butter pretzels. Sickened myself.
  • Drove home. Forgot to get gas on way. Worried we wouldn’t make it up our hill.
  • Made it. 
  • Put MJ down for nap.
  • Called Merrill Lynch’s tech support. I couldn’t view and print my statement, which I needed for our mortgage refinance application. What is a plug-in? Why did eliminating it solve my problem? My computer is a mysterious beast upon whom I wholly rely. I should change that. I won’t.
  • Looked at 401K plan on line. Calculated that I will get about $9.50 a month, if I retire when I’m 82. Became anxious. 
  • Tried to get on another financial website. Couldn’t remember answers to my security questions. Was quite sure I had never known them. My maternal grandfather’s first name? I never met the guy!
  • Called my mother to ask. Felt shame and horror that I had to.
  • Talked to her for twenty minutes.
  • Got off phone and typed in name. Wallace. Still could not log in. Realized I did not, after all, have an account at this particular institution. Whoops!
  • Called Delilah Bakery to seek donation for luncheon. Got a brunch for two. Determined to win it.
  • Got a call from Mike, who said to call the doctor, who had called him looking for me. Sigh.
  • Called doctor. She told me I needed a current TB test to complete my paperwork for MJ’s preschool application. Made appointment for the afternoon. 
  • Decided to make a hair appointment for MJ at a kid’s salon near my doctor’s office. Called them. Seventeen bucks? Ouch. Made appointment anyway. MJ looks like a hair plugs commercial.
  • Called mortgage broker and went over application.
  • E-mailed our accountant to ask for a PDF of our 2011 tax return.  
  • Went to MJ when she woke up. Changed her diaper. Loved her.
  • Walked dog. Watched as MJ swept street with a palm frond for fifteen minutes.
  • Returned home. Deposited dog. 
  • Brought trash bins to curb. 
  • Gathered deadheaded birds of paradise from yard. They have been there all week. Like a morgue for flowers out there. Put them in yard waste.
  • Gave MJ blueberries to eat in car and left for haircut. 
  • Realized we were out of gas. 
  • Stopped at Mobile.
  • Got to salon. Read to MJ throughout haircut to forestall a panic attack. Even so, cut came out badly. Hoped my energetic reading was not to blame. 
  • Raced to doctor’s office, late. Was made to wait 40 minutes. Knew I was being punished for tardiness. Read horrendous books to MJ while waiting. Veggie Tales, “Highlights,” a book called “Germs,” and one called, unbelievably, “A Book About Disobeying.” Terrifying yet hilarious. I am changing doctors.
  • Got TB test. 
  • Drove home, late for dinner. MJ was starving. Gave her rest of blueberries in car. 
  • Made her dinner. Leftovers. Hallelujah!
  • Put her in bath. While she bathed: put in a load of wash, watered tomato plants, washed dinner dishes, brought out trash, put away a shipment of diapers, and put a new liner in the Diaper Genie. Washed hands to remove inevitable, infuriating poop contamination from latter. Continually checked MJ to make sure she was still alive.
  • Put her to bed. Sang usual song. Sounded terrible. Wondered if I am getting nodes. 
  • Started to check e-mail. 
  • Heard MJ call “I pooped!”
  • Changed massive blueberry explosion.
  • Put MJ to bed again.
  • Went back to checking e-mail. My accountant wrote. Reminded me he cannot send me 2011 return as we have not filed it yet.
  • Put away computer.
  • Took it back out.
  • Watched HBO Go using my mom’s log in. Felt guilty.

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 2/23

  • Slept ’til 8:40. Thought I had died.
  • Had breakfast with family. For six minutes. Mike running late.
  • Read MJ “Chrysanthemum.”
  • Walked Mina and MJ to field. Greeted ladybugs. Fed them gravel “aphids.” Tried not to kill them.
  • Read MJ one half of bug book.
  • Put in a load of laundry.
  • Took MJ to “Toddler Time” at Glendale Library. Almost got into an altercation with two dads behind us for talking too loudly during storytime. I am becoming the Larry David of moms.
  • Went to park. Eighty degrees. No shade. Followed MJ around attempting to cast my shadow on her so I would not have to apply sunscreen. Got sunburned.
  • Drove home. Read “Chrysanthemum.” Put MJ down for nap.
  • Wrote letter to old bank asking for money Mike has had in there for eleven years. Sensed the attempt would be fruitless.
  • Ironed two of MJ’s dresses and two placemats. Picked doghair out of latter. No more black table linens.
  • Picked up all toys, books, and puzzle pieces everywhere. Wondered how many times a day I bend over and say “ugh!”
  • Obsessed about preschools. Found an article in the New York Times that says the one we have rejected is the one we should have accepted.
  • Entered receipts in Quicken. Contemplated financial situation. Even if we wanted to attend above-mentioned school we cannot afford to. Unless I get rid of my car. Considered possibility of walking there with MJ. It is five miles away.
  • Obsessed about earthing sheets. Found an article online that warned I could be seriously harmed by them.
  • Fell into a slough of despond.
  • Made the bed.
  • Noticed the bedroom needed vacuuming.
  • Got on the bed and read “Marriage Plot.” For book club! Pretended this was being productive. It is a large print edition (no wait at the library. I’m a genius). Got a headache.
  • Made MJ a post-nap snack. Photographed her with sunflower seed butter all over her face and arms. Contemplated the cliched, almost pathetic nature of doing such a thing. Sent picture to Mike anyway.
  • Walked Mina to field. “Forgot” bug books. Recited parts from memory for distraught daughter.
  • Watered entire front garden with MJ.
  • Decided to weed. Got self and daughter covered in probably toxic mud. Also front steps and walkway, which now need to be pressure washed.
  • Washed MJ’s hands and feet with dish soap.
  • Remembered sitter was coming. Hosannah!
  • Cleaned bathroom so she wouldn’t report me to authorities.
  • Swept living room. — also for sitter.
  • Picked up all toys, puzzle pieces, etc, again. See above.
  • Made MJ dinner of rice noodles, peas, mozzarella cheese, and steamed carrots. Felt virtuous.
  • Cleared largely uneaten meal.
  • Cleaned and swept kitchen.
  • Got phone call. Sitter not coming.
  • Fought off crushing disappointment.
  • Gave MJ a bath. Read “Chrysanthemum.” Put her to bed.
  • Nuked and ate daughter’s left over pasta while watching episode of “Parenthood.” Shocked and appalled at how awful meal is. Tried adding more mozzarella, which completed the process of congealing it into an amorphous, indigestible mass. Ate anyway.
  • Ate one half large bag of TJ’s Doritos. Watched second episode of Parenthood.
  • Wondered if I would be sick.
  • Greeted Mike when he came home. Asked him to throw Doritos away.
  • Did dishes.
  • Went to bed.

To Done 2/17

  • Slept ’til 8:15. Experienced usual “late shift” guilt.
  • Attempted to meditate. Made it two and a half minutes while simultaneously listening to MJ play her new “guitar” (ukelele) in the next room. She has written her first song. It is called “Puzzle Puzzle.”
  • Got up. Slipped and nearly died on tiny piece of tin tea set. Did not pick it up. It will only end up there again. Swore to look where I was going more.
  • Ran dishwasher.
  • Walked dog and daughter to field, where we read the ladybug book. Argued about whether or not there was time to read second book. There wasn’t. Thanked God.
  • Took MJ to gym class, where she refused to do anything the other kids were doing. Considered that my child is maladjusted.
  • Drove home. Felt exhausted. Considered that I may be coming down with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome.
  • Ate leftover stir-fry for lunch. Worried about arsenic in brown rice. Considered switching to quinoa. Hate quinoa.
  • Felt less tired. Realized I had forgotten to eat breakfast.
  • Folded one load of laundry. Wondered why my just-out-of-the-dryer “Tired” tee shirt is covered with lint. Realized I had washed it with whites. Resolved to re-wash it.
  • Did breakfast dishes by hand.
  • Emptied dishwasher.
  • Re-washed dishes that came out of it still dirty. Muttered imprecations.
  • Did “Pets” puzzle with MJ.
  • Put her down for nap. No bug books. Yes!
  • Swept living room floor where we tracked mud from field.
  • Swept kitchen floor where MJ dribbled brown rice. Arsenic in rice, meet toxic Mr. Clean Magic Eraser on floor. You two should have lots to talk about.
  • Made three phone calls.
  • Swept in front of house. Used mostly MJ’s toy broom. (It is better on steps.)
  • Attempted to weed sidewalk and driveway. Failed. Considered unleashing Mr. Clean on dandelions.
  • Took out the garbage.
  • Realized I was filthy. Changed into “Tired” tee shirt.
  • Auntie Pam came to visit MJ. Hosted.
  • Ran to post office to mail box for Mike while Auntie Pam watched MJ (ie: read her the bug books).
  • Said goodbye to Pam.
  • Walked to field again. Read both bug books. Myra-Jean now knows the words “thorax,” “abdomen,” and “elytra.” Can also identify a Colorado Potato Beetle. It all makes me sick. I do not show this.
  • Made dinner for MJ and two friends who stopped by.
  • Put MJ to bed. No bug books.
  • Ate all food and the last of the homemade cookies with friends.
  • Said goodbye to them.
  • Started episode of “Parenthood.”
  • Mike came home. Realized there was no dinner for him. Fed him left-over, thrice-reheated, sole-of-shoe-tasting TJ’s ravioli for dinner.  Burned myself on microwave steam. Apologized for hungry friends.
  • Got aloe from “carcass pile” in back yard and applied to finger. Considered leaving a small amount of the plant alive for future incidents. Aloe didn’t work. Dismissed thought.
  • Watched rest of “Parenthood.” Cried during baby birthing scene.

To-Done 1/30

  • Took MJ to gym class.
  • Did big Trader Joe’s shop.
  • Brought Mike’s boots in to be fixed. Learned it would cost $150. Talked guy down to $120, then fled in confusion.
  • Put away all groceries.
  • Made first chicken noodle soup ever. Well-intentioned, but remarkably bland.
  • Filled out half of my life insurance application. Contemplated mortality.
  • Rolled out trash bins.
  • Deadheaded one half of one ice plant.
  • Dragged Christmas tree from its “hiding place” (on the lawn — camouflage!) to the curb. Prayed to the Gods of sanitation it will get picked up tomorrow.
  • Brought out trash and recycling bags from kitchen and placed in bins.
  • Called about class action lawsuit against Honda I am supposedly a member of. Could not get a real person on the phone. Can not find my old vin number. Do not understand options A, B, or C. Threw out all paperwork in disgust.
  • Washed kitchen garbage can top.
  • Entered receipts in Quicken.
  • Vacuumed bedroom and MJ’s room.
  • Swept and mopped kitchen.
  • Decided sage plant is officially deceased. Threw it away, but not before salvaging last two leaves.
  • Put leaves in chicken soup. Still bland.