The other day I woke up a teensy bit late and knew I'd probably not make it to school on time with the kids. If the kids arrive to school a second after 8:00, parents are required to park their cars, walk their children into the office, sign them in, and personally escort them to their classrooms. They say it's because it takes too many resources to have someone else walk the kids to their classrooms (why the children can't walk themselves to their classes, I'm not sure) but I'm fairly certain it has more to do with punishing late parents than anything else.
So anyhow, I woke up at 7:30 instead of my usual 7:00. Recently I've adopted a pretty laid back approach to being late. I used to shoot out of bed and scramble around, yelling and screaming for the kids to get their backpacks and shoes and "HURRY HURRY HURRY!!!"
And then one morning I woke up really late. Like, after 8:00. And there was no point to all the freaking out and running around so I just calmly woke up the kids, fed them, got them dressed, and off we went. It was so much nicer.
So I'm much calmer about being late now. It doesn't happen very often... in fact the other day was only the 2nd time the kids have been late all year. But when it does happen, we just get there when we get there. I don't freak out about it anymore.
So I'm signing the kids in the other morning and I sort of laugh at the spot on the sign in sheet where it says "Reason for Tardiness"... I noticed that the time before I had written "Overslept" and that's what I went ahead and put in again... but I laughed and remarked to the office secretary that one time I was going to write in that spot "Utter lack of organization" because that was really the real reason we were late.
And she just cocked an eyebrow and said "Okayyyy......." and took a sip out of her shiny magenta travel mug.
So I muttered under my breath, but loud enough that she could hear "I guess someone left their sense of humor at home today."
She has never really liked me much. I guess I don't really care.
But after I dropped them off I started thinking about my "Utter lack of organization" and I realized that as the kids get older, my disorganization is more difficult to deal with. The kids have busier lives, which in turn makes my life busier, and they require a lot more from me. And, frankly, I'm letting them down by not being prepared.
So I'm going to start something new. And I'm so serious about it, I've made pretty supporting graphics.
I haven't gotten all the kinks worked out just yet. But I know where I'm starting so that's a plus. I'll be posting more details about The Organization Project in the next few days. My official start date will be Monday, May 9th.
Stay tuned, handful of readers. The Spaz is attempting to get a little less spastic.