” That’s just how I like it”, he says as he is tripping over another pile of art supplies, or rummaging through my can cabinet for a can of beans. ( For the purposes of this blog, we will refer to my husband as Dreamboat Cowboy, or D. C. It gets me points and I feel like a secret agent talking in code)
I have piles and baskets and mountains. I know what is in my piles most of the time. I know what general direction things are in. It is a tiny bit stressful and it’s hard to keep up with all my gotta dos and we-needas when your life is separated into piles of I think I know where that is. There was a time and a place for it. But like 80’s hair and parachute pants it’s time to move on to the mom with 10 kids that I am and step away from the piles.
It has occurred to me after much soul-searching and evaluation that I might not be organized. If my mother is reading this she just spit coffee all over the screen and has thrown her head back into a belly laugh. She has this funny little laugh where her whole body laughs, she gets tears in her eyes but she makes no sound. It’s hysterical.
I am going to seek out this miracle that my sister told me about. It is a device that sees into the future, alleviates piles of never-ending stuff, helps to raise your children and prepare meals. It will set up a date night for you with your spouse. It wills you into the present, keeps records of your history for future generations,and allows you to react because it informs you of what is to come, much like a medium. It can help you meditate and clear you mind of chaos and stress. It can even reach emergency contacts and relatives in the event of a natural disaster. It is programmable so it can be suited to your particular life style.
It is called a Day Planner.
Because I am me , I will not run out into the day and Pick up just any old 35 dollar planner from Office Max. Oh No. I will customize and create my own. I have the technology.
I have come to realize that the very first thing I have to do If I want to relieve some of the stress of having 10 kids and a ranchette is to get organized, get rid of some crap( and I have so much crap) and down size my operation. I am not talking about getting rid of kids or anything like that. I am talking about stuff that I never use. For example, a mini donut maker. Any ideas on how many mini donuts I have to make to fill up 10 kids? It can go. And why do I have 8 skillets the same size? Is it like an unwritten rule that people in the county have 50 mason jars and 39 buckets? I have an emotional attachment to 186 plastic food storage containers. Why O why is there 6 sets of salt and pepper shakers in here? And my favorite is the food processor with the 4 inch cord. Four Inches. from my wrist to tips of my fingers is 6 inches. Id love to see the thought process of that design.
Garage Sale. Oh Wait… No garage… No road… No people. Never mind.
County Roll Off.