I read a post awhile back, maybe a few months ago? Surely, you’re aware of who Loralee is? Because I didn’t realize who she was, honestly. I stumbled across her blog because our kids were born a day apart, and I kind of like finding kindred things like that. Turns out she’s semi-famous on the internet? This is how clueless I am. Anyway, this post was about organization, and seriously, if there’s anything I have a hard on for, it’s organization. Organization is my porn. I think I just heard my husband run headlong into a brick wall (or is plotting ways to get into my pants).
I warn you, I am going to completely waste minutes of your life. Minutes that you’ll never get back. I know that you’re totally sitting on the edge of your seats waiting for this, aren’t you? Here goes:
I am an addict of electronics. I loves me some gadgets. I can’t live without my Macbook and iPhone. Instead of jewelry, I get iMacs for Christmas. Don’t get me wrong, I love a nice handbag and all, but anything that keeps me connected is where its at. And while they’re both fun and utilitarian, I can’t use them to organize my life.
At least not entirely. You see, I am so ADD, which has become about 600% worse since having kids, that I can’t rely on one method to keep me on track. It used to be, that I had a little notepad with me at all times, and would write things down as I thought of them, and would organize it all daily to list it by importance and category, all nicely tidied up by the dewey decimal system. I have an addiction to actual notepads and paper. I have millions of notebooks all over. For awhile, the notebook system worked for me. I later added a day planner, which went with me everywhere. And then…the system started to fail. It was after LG was born. It just all went to hell. I couldn’t keep track of my notebooks. I would start a list, leave the notebook lying around somewhere, and that was it. I’d forget appointments, completely drop the ball on any sort of task that needed to be done. If I could bento box my mind, my life would be near perfect, only giving way to the full trifecta of perfection: A three-way with organization, Grissom, and Mariska Hargitay.
At some point in my life, right after I had the Mini, I learned that survival of parenthood is by whatever means necessary. I have taken this motto and spread it across the rest of my life. It doesn’t always work out perfectly, but therein lies that “whatever means necessary.” So as of late, I’ve had to implement some new ideas for keeping track of my life. Right now it’s a combination of a desk calendar and iCalendar. I’ve tried every task and to do list app out there. But they’re only as good as the person who actually remembers to open them. A desk calendar is out in the open. It’s tangible. It’s concrete. It practically slaps me in the face, with all of the different color inks I use to color code everything. There’s no rhyme or reason to the color coding. I just pick a color for a task and go with it for that month. In the corner, I keep my little post it note of daily-ish tasks.
Clearly, this “whatever means necessary” system is not really doing it for me. I need a master task list. I need a robot to follow me around and annoy the ever living shit out of me. Like my own personal nagging wife. ”Did you call the doctor’s office?” Seeing my schedule laid out in front of me is easier. I know where I have to be, when I have to be there. I have iCalendar to send me reminders. Otherwise, tasks will get ignored until at which point they’re considered critical.
So I’m asking you. What do you use to keep it all together? I’m digging the desk calendar for every day appointments, but tasks? My little notebooks are sad. They get love, only to promptly be misplaced and forgotten. And really, I’ve now decided, my one super power, if I could have one, would be super organized woman. Able to remember an appointment with a single thought. I am a huge nerd.