Ha! I’ll bet some of you thought I wasn’t working on this mountainous challenge.
I have been.
I’m still in the plan of attack stage, though.
Progress is being made, but apparently, I move about as fast as a sloth.
One of my brilliant ideas was to actually use all my hoarded purse-sized note tablets. You know, the ones that are small enough to carry around and write down things to remember. I have lots of them, and I don’t know why. Even if I take notes, I can’t keep just one note pad, I have many—spread everywhere. I can never find the note I NEED.
I had an idea this morning to try and use a little bit of paper for my to-do list, because I’m having trouble following the app on my iPad. I’m a bit challenged in this area–I suppose I still require a little of my paper hoard.
Anyway, I went to the place where I had my little notepad stash, and pulled out one to begin my daily to-do list of procrastination items. The first notepad I pulled out, was filled with drawings and scribbles.
This is the stash of the entertainment given to my kids while waiting for dance class–karate class–T-ball, flag football, and basketball games–dentist appointments–doctor appointments–times I was actually having an adult conversation and needed to keep them occupied for a moment.
The notepads of art, and learning how to master the skill of writing. The mom-gift of quietness while waiting–because one minute of waiting, was one minute too long.
Now that I have walked down memory lane, I am sure to find a blank notepad?
I still have no tips for any who would like to follow my wise words of how to be organized, but I’ll work on that.