For most of my adult life I have been complimented many times by those who claim I am very organized. I demur, claiming that it’s all an illusion, but still the accolades persist. It’s tempting to believe, but I know the truth. Despite my best efforts to look organized, to present an organized front, to have a well-organized house and life and schedule…
I end up doing something like this:
Yesterday we were heading to the pool for the kids’ swim lessons. We carefully packed the pool bag with towels, cover-ups, goggles, glasses case, sunscreen, toys. I packed the cooler with drinks, sandwiches, snacks, and fruit. I made sure I had my book to read during lessons. I made sure we had sunglasses. I made sure we had extra snacks for post-swim time. I made sure the kids had bathing suits on and pool shoes on and sunscreen on. I made sure we had everything….
…except my swimsuit.
Which I discovered after lunch, when we were just about to have our afternoon of family fun.
So there you have it. If you ever want something really well partially organized, call me. I’m your gal.