Triangles

I decided that I dislike posting blog entries without pictures.  Isn't half the point of a blog to be able to use technology to enhance one's thoughts and feelings? If the point was just writing then why in the world haven't I kept a traditional journal or written in Cameran's baby books...

So this entry is minimal in aesthetics, but plans to be rich in content.  In fact, I have spatterings of thoughts pouring into my mind right this moment and I am afraid that before I finish typing this sentence I will forget all I want to include.  So here is my own personal dramatic pause while I find a post-it note to jot down all the things I want to include....

First off. My entire week was made yesterday when I discovered that Jodi Picoult's new book was released this past Tuesday.  It is about a single mom and her two sons, one of which as Asperger's syndrome and is eventually accused of murder.  I am only 15 pages into it, but I am pumped to see how she portrays a child with special needs as a main character!  Now I just need to work on my time management skills so I can have some me time to actually read this book. 

Ahh, time management.  Never have I been good at managing time.  Wasting time. Check.  Procrastinating. Check.  Killing time. Check. But actually using time to the fullest extent to maximize output? Not so much.  Getting better? I'd like to say so thanks to Cameran, but my house is still cluttered, my walk-in closet is not so much able to be walked in, laundry is piled.  I haven't even hung the purple wooden letters that spell Cameran's name on her nursery wall yet! I'd say I have some issues with time management.

Then there is this whole triangle balancing shindig.  My principal uses this analogy about keeping the 3 sides of your life triangle balanced.  Mine is far far far from an equilateral.  My triangle isn't even isosceles.  It is scalene all the way.  I procrastinate in housework.  I bring far too much school work (and by this I mean papers to grade, not even counting lessons to plan) home, and feel guilty that I see my daughter for only 3-4 waking hours a day.  Guilt sucks.  It's getting better, but I still need to start playing the lottery so I can win big and stay home (to procrastinate of course!  House wouldn't be any cleaner but I'd be playing with my babe!).  But you have to play to win and therein lies my problem.

Time to go snuggle a baby and see the hubby.