Today I stop being a Project Manager, with capitals, and start being a project manager- of my daughter (poor thing) and life. Not that I didn’t do this before, but realistically when the 168 hour week is taken up with 60 hours or so of working and commuting and 56 hours of sleeping, there really wasn’t that much time left to manage; it looked more like coping. Now the first week of this hiatus begins, with fun stuff to do and learn, and things to be accomplished (the number of things in need of repair seems to have increased in direct proportion to my free time). In true Project Manager fashion, I have a list of things we’ll do. It makes me feel better. I will try to control myself and not cross “make fairy wings” off the list when we’re done having fun.