My brain is everywhere at once and no one place with success. I think it’s because I let my monthly calendar lapse and am now trying to hold everything in my head. All appointments, playdates, soccer practices, teacher conferences, etc. It is not working for me.
Here was my brilliant idea. A while ago I bought one of those dry erase calendars from Staples. One of the HUGE ones. It’s just a grid and you fill in the information yourself (this will be important later). I figured it would save money as I’d “never have to buy another calendar again”! And good for the earth to boot. It was good for a spell but then I fell behind and then, well:
See those months there? Let’s just say it’s less than current. We’ve patched things in here and there and I have used other methods, like scribbling on scraps of paper! I am trying to back peddle and make it not so bad but I can’t. It’s bad.
All this sharing of my calendar failure was supposed to lead up to my filling the car up with gas story which showcases my current state but now just feels like I flashed a boob or something. Whatever.
I am slightly phobic about filling up the car. Luckily Massachusetts is mostly a gas station attendant kind of state. Usually my husband deals with filling up the car (how very stereotypical of us). Today I was feeling brave, and running on empty, so I pulled in to the station. The WRONG way. Had to get out to check which side the tank was on. It’s funny because I always remind my husband which side it’s on when he’s pulling in to the station but I panicked or something. Instead of tearing out of there, I turned around to deal. I was proud of myself until the guy I thought was pumping gas into my car said he was waiting for me to release the lever for the tank. Uhhhhh. “Do you know where it is?” He just looked at me funny. I wanted to shout, “I have a Masters degree. I have trekked in the jungles of Thailand and done many daring things by myself! Please don’t judge me.” Then I just accepted that this man was now and forever going to think me a weak dingbat and so I asked him for directions. He spoke slowly for me. He did everything but pat my hand and say, “bless your little heart”. I had to laugh as I pulled out of there with a full tank and the directions being yet another thing filling my head.
I think this lack of calendaring is one of the ways I don’t take care of myself. So in addition to my newly implemented earlier bed time (which is slowly increasing my brain power), I am going to update the calendar and write all the things down that are sliding around my brain. Tonight, after packing up some Etsy sales, I am going to write lists. Lists of things to do around the house, a list of folks to call to make and or confirm appointments for us all, a list of stuff to donate, give away, store and sell, and maybe if it’s not bedtime by then, I’ll write a little list of my hopes and dreams!
I welcome any and all suggestions for how you keep your family or personal information stored. Do you use a program on your computer? A hand held device? Old school calendar you’d like to reccommend? Write it on handmade paper using a pencil you crafted from spit and crushed rock? Help a blogger out.