One of the biggest obstacles I have that keep me fron the title of “Bomb Ass Mom,” is my lack of organization. I forget birthdays, I misplace progress reports, I forget to take ground meat out of the freezer so we have to eat out more often then I am comfortable. Oh, and the shit I lose: house keys, car keys, umbrellas, shoes, coupons. It’s just a hot ghetto mess.
When I look at friends who have compartments and shelves and containers for shit, I just sit and marvel, because I have no idea how they get things that way. I have even less of an idea of how they KEEP them that way. And let me tell you, training my kids is even harder, because I don’t even know what I’M doing. The domestic diva is my Achilles heel. This year’s gift to myself (because lovelies, birthday season is upon us), is organization. Being able to look for something and put my hands on it in less than a minute would be invaluable.
So, yeah. Let’s get it.