Oct. 23, 2006 - The Chaotic Organizer
Hi. My name is Anna. I'm a mess.
As in, having a T.O.t.A.L organizational crisis.
All. Day. Long.
It's like this - I thought I had my home ed shhhhtuff in order. I did. I thought I had it all ready to go. We are on week three of our Year 1 home education, and I'm THE biggest mess you have ever seen. I don't have room to record what I need to record. I have room to record stOOpid stuff twice. I have to flip END.LESS lists and schedules to figure out what in THE hell I'm doing.
I haven't gotten down to the store to print off our artwork, and yes, I went to the Wyoming Public Circus Library today to try to get a few materials I needed and they are THE MOST user un-friendly library known to man. Unless you want to access the InterNet, and then there are 50+ computers for your convenience. A computer-style card catalog (or ANY card catalog, for that matter?) Oh, noooo. No such thing... except in that corner over there FIVE HUNDRED FEET and eight dozen aisles from where your children are playing. We don't HAVE card catalogs in the children's section, ma'am. Children don't read. ((((!?!??!!??!)))) <--- Burst of angry typing, btw. And in case I forget to mention it later, the dude on the ONE catalog I *did* find was there For. FREAKIN. Ever looking up Danielle Steele books. Yes, I said dude. ((shudders))
I've a mind to complain about it. Freakin'-A, pain-in-the-gludious, stOOpid library with fountains and a coffee-freakin-shop in it, but no ****, grumble, grumble card freakin' catalogs. (((smirks and grunts))) Tax payers dollars at work, there. The thing even looks like a dammn circus - who ever heard of a BLUE TILED building with triangles, circles, and trapezoidal windows? That's an art-neuveau BATHROOM, not a library.
Yes, my issues extend beyond the library. My schedule is... okay, nonexistant. I get my contacts in somewhere around 3pm. Sometimes I even bother to brush my teeth... mostly when I'm going away. We eat breakfast... eh, sometime. I *have* no schedule. Oh, I want one. At least I've said I want one, for the past several (say, eight to ten) years. Kind of like I *want* to go out running and lose some weight... until I see the rain and muddy drive and long, solitary drive where Norm shoots things that move (like the neighbor's dog)... and I get scared. I'm a wuss. I imagine myself going running and getting shot by Norm and stranded down the dirt road, half a mile from my bewildered, unattended children... then a psychopath wandering through the woods looking for a good place to dump bodies finds my bleeding carcass and does nasty things to my not-yet-dead self... and if neither of those happen, I might catch pneumonia or a snot-green cold or maybe even typhoid and die. Yeah... I routine my morning like I go jogging. Nice thought at the get-go, but mmmmmmmnnno.
Did you know the cheapest copy of Parables of Nature that I could find is $15??!!! What is that?! I'm cheap, hello...! Fifteen for a book is highway robbery. I don't pay FIVE dollars for a book if I can help it - and I can help it, believe you me. Between Goodwill, garage sales, and Barnes and Nobel's clearance area, I've got a good four dozen books for our AO schooling... not one of them over five dollars. I can print Parables of Nature from this site - but it's not like I'm not ALREADY busy trying to squeeze home ed, blogging, news, Bible study, family activities and momming/wifery into my... non-existant schedule. Yeah, how about if I spend several dozen HOURS pasting it into Word, formatting (to reduce the paper used), then print the sucker one page at a bleepin' time, since my printer sucks more than one paper through at a time, usually overlapping so that one printed page ends up on two halves of paper. No, really, I have time for that.
Don't mind me. I'm slightly overwhelmed. I just drew up a spreadsheet in Excel called "Weekly Schedule for a Slacker". Accounting for every half an hour from 7 in the morning to 7 at night. It includes daily runs... hahaha. I'm sitting here, staring at it, wondering just how many minutes into day one I'll be when I deviate from schedule because brushing my teeth isn't as important as cleaning the **** off Isaac's back, butt, legs, and belly. I'm wondering just how many runs I'll take before I'm checked into Pine Rest for severe neurosis. ((NoTe: I need a running partner. Brian doesn't run - claims flat-foot-itis. I think he just doesn't want his belly to jiggle noticeably.))
Okay. Well, THAT just wasted a heckuva lotta time that I could've been printing Parables of Nature in. See? See what I mean about chaotic? I don't even ALLOCATE well these days. ((shakes head)) I'm done now... and no, I don't feel better.
