Being our own bosses as we are, we've had a very free-flowing schedule since the Cap'n returned in early May. In fact, our schedule has been to have no schedule. We'd juggle jobs, trade hats as was necessary, and it has been nice and organic. But then one day last week we woke up under a pile of chores that threatened to strangle us if we didn't sort things out. We were tired of playing musical parents, tired of negotiating time to get things done, every day, and especially tired of always feeling like we were just barely keeping up.
I hated to admit it, but we needed a schedule. We needed to know what our day was going to be like when we woke up. We are creatures of habit! It is true! Schedules are important and useful things! (This statement took 32 years to say.)
So, now we are Person A and Person B. It's all very Dr. Seuss. Person A wakes up, makes coffee and opens up the lobby for "breakfast," then cares for Poopies until his nap at noon. Person B, walks the dogs and is free to work on whatever they want until Poopies gets up from his nap at 2 pm, when we switch and Person B is the inside guy and has Poopies detail until quittin time, and Person A can get things done. It all goes pretty well, but tends to fall apart in the evenings, which have been pretty much a freeforall, but whatever. Rome, in a day, etc.
And, I've been working a two-mile run into things when I'm Person A and have to open up early. Which is great. I love that I live somewhere that I can have a morning run without battling traffic or the homeless.
I'm for some reason ashamed that it is working so well, that we require structure to be happy, and how we seem to thrive on having even the simpilist of schedules, particularly the Cap'n. I have a friend visiting this week for several days, and plan to spend a lot of time with her. When I told the Cap'n this, his immediate concern was what this might do to the schedule. As if the schedule would be offended. We must respect the schedule or it will stop working for us! Da Comrade!