Policies Schmolicies
Policies is such a strong word, don'tcha think? I mean, it implies that things can't be changed or modified or tweaked. It implies a hierarchy and a lack of discussion.
And it's perfect for my quirks. So, Jean, thanks for being so patient as I worked these out over the last *ahem* almost-month since you tagged me.
1. I must set the alarm clock at least a half an hour earlier than I'm going to drag out of bed. Not because I don't intend to get up then, but because I am, if nothing else, a hopeless optimist, even when faced with the animosity and ongoing war with Mr. Snooze Button.
2. I must win the game of Whack-a-Mole that Mr. Snooze Button and I have scheduled for right when the alarm clock goes off. If I don't win, I might not have the gumption to get out of bed.
3. I must consume any chocolate found on my person or on my desk at work. If I share it with a certain helper who accompanies me to work, then it's her lucky day. If she finds a way to spirit it out from under me, and I catch her, the punishment will include tickling and bartering with Dum-Dums.
4. I must write my husband a little note, whether on paper or dry erase or in his lunch or all typed out, it doesn't matter. It started as a romantic thing back when we were "young," and it keeps going. It's the best thing we do. Ever since we discovered bath crayons (which have evolved into a dry erase board since the Fabulous New Bathroom), he even writes back!
5. I must pray. Somehow. At least a Hail Mary. (But my goal, though so much smaller than it used to be even as recently as Lent, is a decade or two.) And if not something "organized," then I must at least talk to the Guy Upstairs. Otherwise, the day is fractured. It's missing it's lug nuts. It's rolling around like the marbles of my brain.
6. I must read. Something. A bit of a novel, a portion of one of the books stacked around in various stages of completion, a newspaper, a magazine, a kid's book - no matter. I must read. Nose must get proper exercise in books!
7. I must sleep. (Though I hesitate to type that. My slogan for so long was "I'll sleep when I'm dead," and I've never needed much sleep, and, well, I still feel like time sleeping is time wasted. My body, however, getting fuller of baby by the moment, disagrees. Loudly. And with much kicking.)
8. I must joke about killing the dog. Oh wait, did I say joke?
9. I must write, scribble, doodle, ponder, blog - something. Just as the nose needs its exercise, so do the fingers of my mind.
10. I must hug and kiss and cuddle that little Toddler-tron. Even if she pees on me while I do it.
No tags, though I'd love to hear what Jen, Literacy-Chic, and Adoro would say to this (and I don't think they've already answered...though I could be very, very wrong on that). (Does that mean I just tagged them? Hmm. Maybe. And does that mean I should have added, "I must maintain an aura - however false - of mystery and discrepancy about my person"?)
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