But I digress.
I’ve been infected with a small case of ambition lately. As the end of June is approaching I’m aware if I want to accomplish what’s in my head while entertaining and refereeing my daughters through the summer, I better get more organized.
I’ve pulled out my daytimer, the one I purchase every January. The one that has a few scribbled entries in the beginning of the year, then...all blank. But with my new desire to accomplish bigger things, I’m determined to make those schedules and lists work. This is disgracefully hard for me. I’m terrible at multi-tasking. I want to pass the buck and write my deficiency off to a gene that’s responsible for that trait that I most definitely lack (btw, if anyone knows of an employer who needs someone to stare at a wall and think all day, I’m their girl!).
I have a wonderful friend who is the queen of organization and has helped people organize their work spaces and kitchens. Last year, I got two bins, one for tupperware and another for their lids to organize the chaos in my kitchen cupboards. I was so proud of having come up with this solution on my own, I had to show her. She smiled, amused and said that’s nice, like a pet owner giving a little pat to an over eager puppy trying to please. I know I need to do better than a couple of bins. It’s time to work on those schedules! Ummm... just as soon as I find that horse, now where could it be?