Last Sunday, I posted that I was challenging myself to get up early to work every day this week (every weekday, that is). I succeeded in getting up at 6 a.m. for 5 days in a row. This morning I woke up a few minutes before my 6 a.m. alarm.
I’ve gotten a lot of tedious work done. I’ve been processing time logs for Mosaic and managed to get through 50 as of 8:30 a.m. while I’m writing this. Some are pretty easy. People have gone ahead and labeled things as “work” or “sleep” or “TV.” Others are tougher because people describe their lives in more detail, which means I sometimes have to make judgement calls. But I like these logs the best from the perspective of producing a book, since I need detail and narrative. One of my favorite examples of detail is a night time entry on a log where a mom set her alarm for 4 a.m. to check if the tooth fairy had come (if you get my drift). Then she had to keep setting it to try again, because the child kept stirring and thwarting attempts to see if the tooth fairy had left her present. Such things are tiles in the mosaic of life.
I have been logging my time this week too. One thing on my time log? This banana bread. Yum.
You’d think that getting up early to work might mean I’d work more hours, but I’m not sure this will wind up happening. I never seem to wind up with 5 full “normal” work days. Yesterday I budgeted in time for shopping with a friend, which I was excited to do. Then on the way back, I learned that families were, in fact, supposed to come to the foreign language club’s last meeting at the elementary school, because there was going to be a performance. I saw my 6-year-old deliver a few lines in Chinese, which was cool. It also consumed 90 minutes I’d planned to use for something else. But then I did manage to work after our sitter left for an hour or so, because my husband was home and decided to build this IKEA desk he bought, which the 4-year-old and 2-year-old wanted to help with. Then while he had a call at night, I worked too (on and off) because we put everyone in front of various shows. The disjointed nature of all this means that despite rising at 6, and doing work until 10, I only put in 8.75 hours.
Rising early is making me testier at my kids’ bedtime. As I’m waking up earlier, they seem to be going to bed later. This is not a good combination. We need a better routine at night.
I will probably do the early AM schedule a few days next week, as I’m trying to plow through most of the logs, and this seems like a good way to do it. I’m not sure I’ll make it a long term habit, but I have enjoyed working in the quiet, and getting things done before it feels like the rest of the world is starting the day.
In other news: Over at Fast Company, I’m writing about 7 Time Management Strategies From Some Brilliant Teenage Prodigies, and 10 Ways To Reward Yourself For Working So Hard (with ideas from comments here!).
Random thought from 2-year-old this AM: “Mommy, yogurt isn’t really for breakfast. It’s for Wednesdays.”