Thursday, November 4, 2010

The Messy Gene

I have learned to organize myself by keeping a calendar, a daily chore list and three regular list pads on my fridge. It sounds anal, but considering how utterly disorganized my life still looks at any given moment, without all that stuff, I'd be sitting on my kitchen floor all day surrounded by chaos and crying.

When I was working and attending a lot of meetings, my notes didn't look like anyone else's. I started with the date or topic of the meeting in the middle of a sheet of regular lined binder paper, and I created a web of all the important information with arrows and bubbles all over the page. It made much more sense to me than listing things in a line down the page. My coworkers used to laugh about my "notes". I realize now that that must be what the inside of my head looks like. And I think it's hereditary.

This morning I made a quick trip into Firstborn's classroom because he's come home several days in a row now without his agenda book, which is what the school uses to communicate day-to-day bits of information for parents. He insisted that it had just disappeared off the face of the earth and was lost forever (please note: I use this argument on the Captain three times a week, and he usually finds whatever I'm looking for in under a minute). When I opened up his desk and saw that the inside looked like someone had set off a grenade in there, I had a flashback.

When I was in first grade, my teacher had a motivational tool called the "Fire Hat". Every Monday we'd all come in hoping the red plastic firefighter's hat was sitting on our desk for one of us to wear the whole week, indicating that we'd had the cleanest, neatest desk the Friday before. The other kids used to tell me I'd never get the fire hat because I had the messiest desk in the room (DUH! Way to state the obvious, guys!). The very last week of school came before summer vacation, and there was the Fire Hat on my desk, a pitiful show of mercy for the one kid who hadn't won it all year.

I think it might be time to teach my little absent-minded professor a few organizational strategies...


6 comments:

In Real Life said...

Oh my gosh, I totally think we're related! I carry the messy gene, which goes hand in hand with the disorganized gene, my son has inherited this trait from me too! I think it missed my daughter though, she got my husband's tidy gene.

Linda said...

Aw, I'm glad you finally got the Fire Hat!

laterg8r said...

i love to organize and make tons of lists - however, i lose the lists a lot and forget that i have them LOL :D

love that you kept your sindi doll until you were 12 :D

GLENDA BROOKS said...

Now I know we just have to be sisters! I'm an organizer by nature. I'm the one who is constantly picking up after, trailing along behind dusting, wiping, etc. etc. etc. Now I am not a neat freak, I just have this gene that says "put that over there" "No wait, maybe it really needs to be over there". Then I'm off to something else and totally forget where I put that darn thing. We play a little game of hide and seek in our house. I hide it (put it away) my husband seeks it. Wahahaha....Good Luck with your little one. Don't expect miracles.

Suburban Princess said...

When I was in grade 4 everyone in my class got a pen and a certificate after passing a certain number of penmanship tests in a row...everyone but me :O( I remember being very sad about this and some of my classmates went to the teacher to get her to give me one but nope...she wouldnt. On the first day of grade 5 the teacher gave out the pens and I gave mine back because I didnt pass the tests! The teacher couldnt comprehend what had gone on in grade 4 but I was allowed to have then pen lol and she became my favourite teacher of all of them!

Cooking Mama said...

I like the firehat idea. You had a creative teacher! Unforunately that is heredity along with "forgetting"--that's the problem in my household thanks to Food Stylist.