One of my New Year’s Resolutions is to be in control of my schedule. Here’s to hoping my old-school paper office product is the key.
As one of my best friends and fellow CTWM bloggers described the scene in her basement, my eyes widened with the possibilities. While she dreaded going through bags of hand me down clothes, I got excited thinking about sorting, washing and folding all of the clothes, placing them in labeled, stackable bins. While she seemed
I’ve always been a pretty organized adult. My late twenties were probably the height of my organizational skills. I had a paper planner with each dinner, vacation, social event and (frequent) gym visit highlighted. As I turned thirty and my first child was born things started heading downhill, if only slightly. I returned to work
“Wow – I don’t know how you do it all, you must really have it together.” I’ve heard some version of this phrase quite a few times since becoming head of the school PTA in January. Oh fellow moms, thank you, thank you for thinking that I’ve got it all together. I’ve got you all fooled, don’t
We need to get going, please go put on your shoes and socks. Where did you put your socks? Please go get a pair of socks. We’re going to be late, please put on your shoes and socks. WHERE ARE YOUR SOCKS???!!! I can only assume that a similar heated conversation is going on
At the risk of sounding like a 1950’s housewife and/or crazy lady, I’d like to say that the arrival of March has made me really excited for some spring cleaning. My house is what I’d call “broom clean”…generally clean, but not really organized. We moved in well over four years ago, but we stashed lots
Everyone has that room in their house. You know, the one that you make sure the door is closed to whenever company is coming over? The one where you put everything that doesn’t have anywhere else to go? I have one of those rooms. Ok, I have a few of those. Organization is not my