Since Liam appeared on the scene we've been a bit...fluid with our schedule around here. Before he was born we had a rhythm. Breakfast, school time, lunch, nap, errands, dinner. And yes, Dalton and Belle provided innumerable interruptions and minor emergencies that had to be dealt with during the day, but in general we could keep the Progress Train chuggin' down the track.
No longer. I have lost long chunks of time to do anything and instead spend the day not-quite-completing a half dozen things that I have attempted a half dozen times each. Like emptying the dishwasher or folding laundry or finishing Dalton's math lesson or (the worst of all when left incomplete) trying to drink my morning coffee.
And every time Liam interrupts the schedule, the older two bolt away like hyper puppies when the front door is opened.
But I decided that Liam is old enough that I can try to plan a little more. So last Wednesday I was up before everyone and got my trusty daily schedule paper and filled it up - conservatively, (I thought) and allowing for a lot of Liam-time. Just some homeschooling in the morning, fold some laundry, sweep and mop the floor. Then during nap time I had a bunch of necklaces to make for my Etsy shop. Cool. Totally doable. After all, I'm the one in charge in the house, right? So I decide what we're doing, right?
RIGHT? (Cue crazy eyes and desperate voice.)
Unfortunately everyone, including myself, was out to sabotage my day.
Sabotage #1 - Myself
I was up early and as I was going to sit down and work on my Etsy shop I snagged my thumbnail on my sweater. Again. You see, I have two fingernails that are broken so far down that they just will not heal. So I decided to buy some short acrylic nails and put them on to give the nail underneath time to grow out. And I'm going to stand by the fact that this was a good idea. At least as far as my nails were concerned.
(Side note: I had fake nails once before for our wedding and my main memory of them was that I basically lost the use of my fingers because my nails felt so unwieldy. I even remembered this fact and laughed at myself...but then kept going...)
So I rushed through putting on nails since kiddos were half a breath from waking up. It took until I was attaching the tenth nail before the mental light bulb went on so brightly that I the kitchen actually got brighter. There I am, holding my last fake thumbnail on with fingers that are now pathetically clumsy, and I froze.
I froze with a stupid slack-jawed expression as the ramifications of my actions sank in. In an effort to fix a couple nails I had just made my hands UNUSABLE. OK, maybe not "unusable", but they did have the approximate dexterity of my two-year-old's hands. And I had done all this next to my computer with my Etsy shop open to the page showing that I had 12 orders for wire wrapped necklaces. Twelve of these:
Because that sure doesn't look like it takes any fine motor skills to make, does it? Oh no. Tiny teardrops, thin wire, tiny rings, tools. Oh crap. I stared at my (admittely cute) french manicured fake fingernails in horror. I even pulled on a couple to see if they'd come back off. Ouch.
And then started a morning of feeling idiotic as I found task after task that now bordered on the impossible. Tasks like:
- Typing. It took me about 5 minutes to do a quick email.
- Picking up the wire for my necklaces.
- Peeling a sticker off an apple
- Scratching my nose without jabbing a nail into it so hard I made myself cry.
- Picking up the baby without scratching the back of his head.
- Moving my hands past ANYTHING without spearing my nail into it causing my real nails to feel like they had been pummeled by a hammer.
- And I quickly gave up trying to text my husband about my problem.
...to be continued....