So here is my first so-sooo stinkin' it up as a mom post! When I started blogging, I told myself that I would be careful not to get so preoccupied with it that I got worse at the things I already do poorly, such as remembering appointments. But then again, I tell myself I am going to do a lot of things I don't actually do. My trouble started when I forgot to take my 14-year- old to the orthodontist. This is one of those moments when I get a reality check that I am doing some just plain sub-par mothering rather than being so-so. While it isn't the end of the world, (it just means braces for an extra 6 weeks of my daughter's life), it is still enough for me to realize I need to try a bit harder. As long as she is not still wearing them to her junior prom, I refuse to feel guilty.
Starting my blog has definitely taken up some of my already limited brain space. I have always thought brain cells are excreted in breast milk, so I am getting seriously depleted by now. I wouldn't even have ventured into blogging had I not discovered the Cozi calendar app and downloaded it on my phone to replace the part of my brain that remembers where to be and when to be there. The phone really dropped the ball on the orthodontist appointment. Just kidding. Actually, I entered that appointment before I figured out that I had to include myself on the checklist for the reminder to show up. After the missed orthodontist appointment, there was a kid with no pants, a last-minute 8 layer cake, and a Valentine's cards fiasco, but those are posts all in themselves, so I will spare you for now.
My final shred of scheduling sanity departed when I left in the third quarter of a nail-biter of a junior high basketball game to get to an already in progress FFA (Future Farmer's of America) event. The school recently implemented a genius (yes, sarcasm) policy to lock all the doors to all the schools. They sent out a lovely e-mail that sounded more like it was being sent by a prison than a school. The e-mail should have simply read: "Late people should just quit coming to things - you won't be able to get in!" There is just something about my child being inside a building that I am locked out of that infuriates me beyond all reason! I guess it is a good way to break in the moms whose children grow up to become incarcerated felons, but I am hoping not to be one of those. By the way, I do hear the collective sigh of all the homeschooling moms out there. I wish I could be you today and I am glad I can provide some validation for your choice. But I digress. As I stood there kicking the ever-loving crap out of the door, partly in hopes of getting in, but mostly to take out my frustrations, I realized... No, I realized nothing then, I was just really mad and hoping the guy who came and opened the door didn't think I was a complete lunatic. This morning I realized that, though the locked doors make me super angry, I was also feeling overwhelmed by an excessively full schedule.
So what is a family of nine (or even 5 or 6) to do? Step one: Accept being busy. You will have plenty of evenings at home in another decade. I have to keep telling myself this about every day lately. Step two: Get Cozi. Hearing about this app a few months ago was literally the only reason I finally broke down and bought a smart phone and I have not been disappointed! My favorite part is that every family member can be selected individually and reminders will be sent to exactly the right people. For example, I included my husband on the Christmas program event and when I forgot to remind him it was coming up, Cozi did it for me. The wild events of the last few days have given me some ideas to utilize Cozi even more effectively. From now on, when a kid tells me about a school report or project coming up in three weeks that requires a multi-hour baking project, I will put that in Cozi. I am also trying to stop lying to myself about how I am going to remember anything, ever. I am not. Put it in Cozi!
DIsclaimer: I became a Cozi affiliate while writing this post, so I may be compensated, but I assure you my love for it is real!
I am the mother of seven children ranging from teens to a toddler, living out in the middle of nowhere, USA. I aim to hone the craft of giving advice without pretending to have this whole mom thing figured out. I am Christian, but not the really nice kind that is good at it. I am also conservative, but I promise not to be in your face with political agendas very often. I like to infuse humor into my writing, so don't freak out if you are offended or appalled by what you read here. There is a very fine line between serious advice and sarcastic hyperbole.