I wake up some mornings and wish that I was a Penelope: a super-ultra-over-the-top-organized woman with a label maker secured to my mom toolbelt and a Certificate of Appreciation in Calligraphy mounted on my office wall. Penelopes make lists. But wait a minute… I make lists. I make lists on random pieces of paper, and then I make new lists because the first list gets lost, and I end up at the store with no list and forget to buy the most important items for dinner. And my office consists of a corner in the living room, blocked by the couch so that the babies can’t stick cords in their eyes. Not worthy of a certificate. Unless the certificate says, “Congratulations! You haven’t scarred your children. Yet.”
The New Year means that I can try again. I can find a way to keep the floor clear of Cheerios and make sure that the laundry makes it out of the basket and back into the proper drawer. My new job (full-time!) will test my ability to get the girls out of the house without applesauce coated in their hair, and I will hopefully find time to read a book outside of the bathroom.
If I can keep track of all the girls’ socks, the year will be a success.
I don’t know if that’s setting the bar high or low. There will certainly be more exciting moments to count on than finding a matching sock. Perhaps I should have asked for something techie for Christmas to organize my life, like my friend Becki. Oh wait, this wasn’t really what she meant when she said she wanted an iPad.
Considering I can’t keep peanut butter and jelly off my laptop, I don’t think new technology will help my closets from overflowing (but I’m sure there is an App for that). My to-do list for the new year is growing by the minute. First things first: buy a new notebook so that I can write my to-do list. It helps if it’s pretty.
Are you a Penelope?
If you were given a Certificate of Appreciation, what would it be for?