I’ve always considered myself a fairly organized, together person. I was never a planner/calendar/organizer type gal mind you, I just always managed to keep all my balls in the air using nothing but the magnificent power of my mind (heh). But, like almost EVERYTHING ELSE IN MY LIFE, having a baby threw a giant fucking monkey wrench at my mind power skills. And it’s been raining balls ever since (double heh).
I still (somehow) get stuff that needs to get done, done. I’m not entirely sure how, to be honest. Luck? Dumb luck? Some weird mathematical formula? Who knows. What I DO know, is that it has gotten much more difficult as of late to remember to do stuff. And by stuff, I mean any and all of the following: pay the bills, laundry, put the laundry away, shower (dirty side of being a mom), eat, feed the animals, take out the trash, brush my teeth, blog, return phone calls, and acknowledge my husband. If it’s not directly related to the kid in some way, chances are, it’s not too high on my brain list. What can I say? In the midst of the near constant chasing/changing/feeding/wiping/entertaining/consoling/locating/bathing/mothering that goes on around here, shit gets lost. At least it’s not the kid, right?
So, in an effort to begin the long, tedious untangling of what used to be my brain, I’ve started getting organized. Like, for reals. I got myself a fancy little gizmo that puts my calendar and notepad right at my grimy little fingertips, making the checking and updating and completing of my daily life much easier. I’ve started scheduling things, like writing and cleaning and showering (if you don’t have kids, please refrain from laughing at that until you do). I’ve taken to planning our meals a week in advance, so when it comes time to hit the grocery store, we’re not scrambling trying to come up with meals for the next 5 days. The meals thing alone has been life changing, no joke. I found myself always cooking the same stuff, week after week, which gets super boring, and led to a meal out more often than I’d like. It’s only been 2 weeks, but I can see a noticeable difference so far. I’ve managed to put the clean laundry away ON THE SAME DAY I WASH IT, 2 weeks in a row. Ask my husband how big a deal that is. I’ve made some super delicious meals, and for the first time in a long time, I’m excited about being back in the kitchen. I’ve been writing more, which is the most awesome change for me. I have scheduled time to blog 3 days a week, and last week I only did two, but in my defense, on Friday we rented Bridesmaids, and I was tired, so I crapped out on the smart stuff. But still, this is big stuff you guys! I no longer have that constant feeling of forgetting something, which, when you have a toddler, can lead to a bit of panic when for a split second you think that the something you forgot is your kid.
I’m pretty optimistic about my newly discovered organizational skills. I like having a schedule, and I like knowing that I accomplished all that I had set out to accomplish that day. I realize that if you don’t have children, or have a life, this all probably sounds pretty sad to you. And having just re-read what I wrote about being excited that I folded laundry, I am inclined to agree with you. But when your days consist of reading 4 page cardboard books 897 times a day and wiping someone else’s ass more than you wipe your own, you start to appreciate the little things. Clean clothes and no B.O., FOR THE WIN.