Productivity...

Having a baby has forced me to completely redefine my concept of a productive day.

Before my daughter entered my existence, I lived by checklists. 6 a.m. run? Check. Apply makeup? Check. Pack Reece's lunch? Check. Work 9 hours? Check. Groceries? Check. Make dinner? Check. Dishes? Check. 8 hours of sleep? Check.

The second she came into my world, my checklists started to laugh in my face.

Now I'm lucky if I get time to eat a granola bar.

Today, by some beautiful, merciful miracle, Lola decided to do this:



So instead of following in her wise footsteps, I decided to tackle three week's worth of this:



I put on an apron and made these:



I took a long luxurious shower (I will omit photos of this activity).
I vacuumed my apartment.
I changed the sheets on our bed for the first time since August 11th.
I read 50 pages of my book.
I pulled out my fall candles.
I wrote more Thank You notes (though I don't know if I will EVER finish).
I dusted.

Did you hear me? I DUSTED. I think I've only dusted twice since we've been married.

Thank you darling, for letting mama put a check next to so many tasks today.