I Really Did Organize My Life: The Beginning

I have done it!

I read a post HERE about this woman who had "organized" her entire life. I was stoked. Ready to learn how she had done it, and maybe borrow some of her tried and true methods. It was all too good to be true.

Although I did have a good laugh and I felt a bit more at ease that I'm not the only out there that isn't on a schedule with my kids, I was a bit disappointed.

I have been meaning to get a schedule together for a long time. I even had a basic plan on how to do it. It was supposed to be in place January 1st. But I just wasn't getting to it. I mean, popping in a movie is SO EASY. But not really fun, or educational. I had liked the post I read so much, I had to share it with my Hubby.

Mistake? I don't think so. He thought that the post was clever, but he turned to me and asked,

"So, why don't you?"

Me, "why don't I what?"

Hubby, "get a schedule together. She made you a check list that you don't have to organize and you wanted to do it anyway. So, why don't you?"


That was a great question.

WHY DON'T I?

SO. . . . . . . I DID!!

I put together my schedule. For me AND the kids. Themed days. Outings. Exercise time. Internet time. Cleaning. Dishes. Meals. (I already had my 30 day plan put together. I don't need 90 days)

This was not a simple, quick process. It took me 3 days just to get it all together, then another couple of days to get the whole schedule rolling. And it takes every single day to keep it going and to keep me prepped for the next day or week. Sick days also throw a kink in the schedule, but we are back on track.

I don't have too much time today to tell you how I did it. You'll have to wait until Friday.

Step #1 is coming. . .







[update]


Step #1


Step #2

"I Want To Go Home!"

It's been 10 weeks since we moved into the basement of my parents home.

Everything is here.

Everything is set up.

Everything happens like normal. But my sweet little toddler still cries and screams,

"I WANT TO GO HOME!"

She will even go get her shoes and coat. Begging to go home. Sad, sad, sad.

I Can't Believe It's Been 7 Years Today

I was reminded today while browsing through my friends updates on Facebook, that it has been 7 years today since I left on my mission. Not from the new Timeline they have going (heaven forbid I forget something I never want to remember and remember something I never want to forget), but from another friend that left the same day. We even shared our farewell together.

She is fondly remembering her experience, and I can't help but question my feelings. It doesn't help that I'm residing in Happy Valley where there is (lets say) a slight misunderstanding for those who didn't finish their missions. There really isn't a whole lot to say about it. The only words I can come up with to describe my experience are:

cold
sad
angry
hurt
confused

It's been 7 years. Couldn't I now have just a little bit of understanding?