I start school tomorrow, and I’m not even remotely ready. Also, my air conditioning is broken and all three of my kids are currently on summer break, which makes it a perfect day for a pity party . My fingers are sticking to the keyboard as I’m writing this, and I was forced to drink iced coffee today. I’m pretty sure that entitles me to some sort of crabby rant about first world problems.
I am the worst sort of disorganized. I’m the hopelessly Type B person who yearns to be Type A. This leads to all sorts of interesting conundrums where I try to plan for things, but inevitably fail. I stash small packets of food in my purse and car and then forget about them. When one of us finally does get hungry, no one is allowed to eat said item because it’s probably been in my purse for two years.
I have a bigger bag that I sometimes take with me, which a friend affectionately termed the Tardis, and the Tardis is even worse. Since I normally use a very small purse, I don’t really know what to do with it. I’m usually reading a book or a magazine and that goes in. However, beyond sunglasses, a book, and personal hygiene products, I have no clue what people put in very large purses. (I only have one kid who’s still in diapers and I typically leave that stuff in the car; it’s easier to change her there anyway.) The Tardis usually ends up half-empty, and since I’m not used to carrying it… I often forget it, and have to trek back for it.
I’m extremely jealous of people who are Type A, especially this time of year. As I’m trying to organize for the upcoming school year, and plan my kid’s birthdays and their parties, it’s always apparent how inadequate I am at both time management and organization. I make lists, but then I lose the list or procrastinate. I try to plan, but all it takes is a broken fingernail to throw me off track.
I’ve been on the non-plan plan for most of my life in almost every area.
A few weeks ago, I was telling a real-life friend about this blog, and he asked me what I planned on doing with it. Would I sell advertising space? What was my goal? I basically just stared at him. Ummm… My basic plan was to write until I got tired of writing. I figured if it became necessary, I could delete posts and pictures for privacy. However, I never had any great master plan.
My mom is very Type A, so growing up I was expected to be neat and orderly. Even as a toddler, I would complain. “But Mom, I’m just going to get all of these toys back out tomorrow.” She made me clean them up anyway. If not for her, I would probably be a complete slob as well as entirely disorganized. As it is, I’m basically a secret slob. Once you open a drawer, all the tasks that I avoid suddenly appear.
When we go on family trips, I basically just heave everything into suitcases and hope for the best. Later, when I realize I forgot toothpaste and my son’s lactose pills, I go to the drugstore and buy more. Also, I never volunteer for things… because I’m well aware I’ll forget long before the actual event. And the worst part is that it only seems to get worse with age.
When I see moms who bring their own tiny forks, thirty bibs, and personal autoclave to restaurants, I giggle hysterically. I giggle because I know their kids will probably throw all of it onto the floor… And those are the moments where I’m happy that I didn’t spend four hours packing a diaper bag. (There are some advantages to being Type B.) Of course, they probably also remembered to bring sippy cups… which is where my crazy jealousy kicks in.
On the plus side, I have extremely low blood pressure. Also, because necessity is the mother of invention, I’m good at improvising and adapting. I don’t want to plan anyway, so it’s not that difficult to go with the flow. I just wish I could have some sort of life secretary, planning everything out for me. And as long as I’m wishing for things, I’d really like some homemade cookies and working air conditioning…
How about you? Are you a planner by nature or more of a figure-it-out-as-you-go sort of person? If you are a planner by nature, and live in the NY area… Oh, never mind. I’ll just muddle through. It’s worked so far.
Also, if you happen to have a really large purse, what the heck do you put in there???
P.S. The fact that she’s a white collar criminal only makes me even more jealous. Damn her!
P.P.S. If you wish to join in the pity party, go visit The Hobbler.