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A Day In The Life Of The Alfino'sFrom Mom

I Don’t Know Why I Bother

5 November 2013
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Organised.

This is not a word that is often used to describe me.  Unless someone uses it in a sentence that goes along the lines of, “Oh my word.  Check out that crazy lady that hasn’t brushed her hair in days.  Over there with the village of children following her – she seems to have gotten organised chaos down to an art.”  And if I had overheard them, I’d smile and say, “Thanks, because I really haven’t brushed it in weeks.”

But seriously, I brushed my hair this morning and my kids were like, “Oh that’s what that funny looking thing with the spiky bits on it is for.”

Oh man, I can’t even keep this post organised.  So let’s refocus.

Organised.

It’s something that I try desperately hard to be but end up failing miserably at.  I just can’t get it right.

But now I have decided that with the crazy, silly, busy season coming up, I cannot afford to be disorganised.  There are so many things happening (mostly for my kids) and I don’t want to be that Mom that doesn’t arrive on time and whose forgotten everything on the to bring list, that’s if I even remember to make it at all…

So I have gotten my calendar on my phone working like a well oiled machine.  Every single social event is now lurking in my calendar, ready to pop up at a couple days notice to remind me to be organised.  And for the most part it’s working.

Except in the morning…

Seth did this funny little Bitstrip (if you haven’t checked this app out yet it can be rather fun – an awesome procrastination tool for sure – for iPhone and Android).  It perfectly describes me in the morning and also how much Seth really does dig me.

Extra sleep

I’ve decided that despite the fact that I don’t necessarily need to be in the office earlier, I want to be there to support our admin team and to get more work done during the day.  There is, however one thing that gets in the way.  Or rather, two little things…

From the moment Kyla and Riya wake up it seems that they are hellbent on trying to destroy all of my well laid out plans of being a more present boss lady.  And I guess that’s just how it goes when you have little people relying on you, but I don’t know where to draw the line on making sure we are all done and ready to leave the house on time every day.

Those with children, how on Earth do you get yourself done while simultaneously getting two kids done too?

Do you let them do it all themselves?  I’m honestly scared of this option.  Not really because I don’t want them to grow up (although I guess that does factor a bit) but more because I am terrified of the carnage that would follow them making their own breakfast or brushing their own teeth.  And plus also, trying to get them to do anything themselves has resulted in huge (time consuming) meltdowns which does not aid the leaving on time process.

Do you use star charts (or the like) to stimulate adherence (and co-ordination) to the “letting them do it themselves” thing?

Do you just give up and wake up at the sparrows fart to do everything for them?  Um, see picture above.  But also the earlier I get up ,then the earlier they get up and when Knox is up it’s pretty much impossible to do anything so I might as well have just stayed in bed.

You see, I know I’m not the first parent that is attempting to be early to work.  I know it.  So parents of cyberspace share your wisdom and insight with me.  How do you do it?

I Don’t Know Why I Bother was last modified: November 5th, 2013 by Cindy
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