Priorities

 One of my less attractive qualities is an obsessive-compulsive need to schedule every half an hour of my day.  However, as more of my waking hours have been surrendered to supporting a new release at work, extra dentist appointments for the kids, and an impending influx of guests for Christmas, I've begun arranging my day by the quarter hour.

 Last night, as I stood at the kitchen island, my rear end facing the red hot wood stove and my iPad calendar open, seven-year-old Thing2 came to rest his chin on one of my arms as I rearranged my work day for today. I got my writing at 4 AM, email at 6, kids to the bus at seven, fitness at 7:30, dinner preparation at 8:30 so we can eat at right at 5:30 or whenever I actually sign off work. 

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Just prioritizing my day," I said.

"What are prior-ties?"

I thought for a second and then answered, "They're just important things on my to-do list."

Then I scrolled to Saturday. Writing got a nice chunk of the morning while the family was still in bed.  I had a block for work, but moved it to the end of the day.  There were blocks for running and breakfast at Bob's, cleaning and  grocery shopping.  I was moving my blocks of to-do's from one hour of Saturday to another when Thing2 held my scrolling arm tight and said, "You don't have any time scheduled to cuddle with me."

"You're right," I said. "Where should we put it."

"Let's do it right before we go to Bob's for breakfast," he said.

I added a one hour block after writing and running and right before Bob's to sit on the couch and snuggle.  Thing2 gave me a big hug and said, "I think we got the prior-ties in order, Mom."