I always have such high hopes of starting each new school year with a bang. A perfectly organized home coupled with a perfectly organized schedule leading to perfectly happy children and even happier parents.
But who am I trying to kid? When have I ever been able to keep to any sort of organization longer than a couple of days? My entire life has been a series of messes punctuated by manic bursts of schedule-making and re-arranging the clutter.
Keeping to any sort of self-inflicted planned agenda is my biggest trial in life. Sure, I could arrive at my classes in college and keep that all sorted out because I had things like grades hanging over my head to motivate me to be there. No, I mean the kind of schedule that many of you moms out there are able to somehow keep to. Like, you know you clean out the fridge every third Tuesday and you somehow manage to get up at the same time each morning and you actually follow a regimented schedule. I try this for a few days and get so frustrated and angry with it that I have to throw it all out the window.
Instead I am a compulsive list-maker. My husband makes fun of me because he finds lists that say things like: Make the bed, clean the desk, pay the bills. Such mundane, daily chores may seem completely obvious to everyone else in the world, but if it's not on my list, I won't do it. I won't remember the task even exists. Seriously. I have the uncanny ability to go sit down at the computer with every intention of emailing person x about issue y and getting up an hour later having done nothing productive, and especially not actually completing what I set out to do.
You know who else has this problem? Bria, that's who. So, she and I together trying to get ready for school in the morning often doesn't work very well. I have to ask her to get dressed, put on her glasses, brush her teeth, choose her breakfast, get her violin out, and put her shoes on so many times each morning that I begin to sound like a broken record. Then she says, "okay!!!!" in the sassiest voice she can muster, goes to do a task and comes back ten minutes later having done nothing productive, and especially not actually completing what she set out to do.
Needless to say, my perfect morning schedule has not been so perfect. Bria left to school today in a horrible mood because she hated the way I did her hair, which was exactly the way she asked for it to be done. Her violin practicing was less than focused, and rife with complaining. I was running around trying to get kids breakfasted, make sure homework was signed off, get lunch made for Bria and change 3 poopy diapers within 10 minutes.
All I can say is this: At least violin has been done every single morning so far this school year. At least I'm feeding my children breakfast. At least I love them.
And, although I'm far from perfect, at least I'm trying.