LOOK, MOMMY!  A PENIS!

That’s not a penis, it’s your vagina.  Boys have penises, girls have vaginas, remember?

BUT MOMMY, LOOK!  LOOK HERE.  IT’S A PENIS.

Oh, I see.  That’s called your clitoris.  It’s not a penis.  It’s part of your vagina and it’s called a clitoris.

IT’S A PENIS.

No, it’s really not.

IT’S A PRETEND PENIS.

Next week, it’s my turn!

It’s really not such a mystery – it’s just the pain of setting up a new system, and I know it will be well worth it.  Also, as I’ve been freeing up my mind by offloading things into a better system, I’ve thought of many more new projects that I want to take on, and just getting them all down has been a challenge!  I plan to write more about what I’ve done and why when I’m more settled with it, but I’ll give you a few teasers.

First, I already had a really good system for staying on top of the gazillion Little Things that need to get done in my life on a daily basis.  I had a fairly clean “in and out” system, a calendar, a task list, and project lists for big things like all the home improvement plans we have.  I looked at my calendar and task list daily, and they helped me remember to pay the bills, return the library books, and even to write blog posts.  I recently added my Droid phone to the system, which has allowed me to be truly mobile with these tools.  I had to manually sync my Palm Pilot, which was a real hassle when you are adding literally a dozen or more items to your lists each day, sometimes while at home and sometimes not.  The Droid syncs up automatically and continually.  Plus, it has a handy voice recorder for those 1001 ideas I get while driving and walking the dog each day.

What I’ve learned so far from GTD is that:

1.  I absolutely must get my filing system in order.  I still have not filed a single piece of paper in over 2 years, since we moved from Michigan.  I have stacks and stacks of paper, my passport and birth certificate are missing, and when I do need to find something I have a panic attack.

2.  I’ve been using my task list improperly by setting dates for my tasks.  I need to have clear boundaries about which tasks are day/time sensitive (these go on the calendar) and which are just things I need to get to as soon as possible (these go on the “next actions” or “to do” list.)

3.  I need to get more clear on what the next action is for any particular task or project, so that when I come across something on my list, I don’t have to rethink the whole project to figure out what to do, but just look and start moving.  For example, I’ve had “filing” on my task list for 2 years, and every single day I postpone it.  It has been adding enormous stress to my life, and yet I can’t seem to move on it.  But “filing” is not a task.  I have to buy the supplies first, then figure out a place to work, then move everything to that place, etc. etc.  It is an enormous project and I have to treat it as such.  I’m actually not too bad in this regard – most of my “tasks” are actionable items, but there are a few that I’ve allowed to remain fuzzy in my mind for too long.

So, while I’m in this transition period, blogging might be light.  I wish I could rattle off a “what I’ve been doing lately” post like Rational Jenn is able to do with such humor and interest.  There’s been a lot of fun stuff going on here at Casa Mossoff, but finding a way to make it interesting to anyone but me takes more effort than I have available right now.

Because there was a stop sign.

WHY DID YOU GO?

Well, did you see that red light flashing?

YES.

Well, that meant that I had to stop, and as soon as there were no cars coming from the other directions, I could go.

WHY THAT RED LIGHT FLASHING?

It’s to let you know there is a stop sign there.

WHY?

Because the people who built the road put it there to make sure all the drivers know what to do.

WHY?

So that we don’t crash into each other.

WHY?

So that we don’t get hurt and damage our cars.

WHY?

[Giving up] It’s the laws of physics.

MOMMY, WHY YOU LAUGHING?

MOMMY, LOOK!  I HAVE GLOVES JUST LIKE SANTA CLAUS!

Talking about climbing the bookcases, which she knows is dangerous:

MOMMY, IF I CLIMBED THAT, I’D FALL DOWN AND HURT MY EYE, AND I CAN’T GET A NEW ONE SO I’D JUST HAVE TO LIVE WITH IT.

She’s been mumbling a lot lately and she makes me giggle with her response to my query of “What did you say, Sammy?”

I WAS JUST TALKING WITH MYSELF, MOMMY.