I used to be super-organized. Hyper-organized, even. That was when I had to take care of my own stuff only. Now I have to keep 4 of us organized and I'm failing miserably. I am so sleep-deprived that any down-time I have I sit and stare at the computer, looking to all the crafty hipster DIY simplification & organization sites for answers and I just come to the conclusions that 1. I am not a hipster, 2. I am wasting time looking for answers from hipster sources and 3. I still have a lot of reaching within my own self to do to find my own answers to the things that perplex me.
It's January 1, 2012. I am pregnant with our 3rd child, and I am super duper tired. I am relieved that the holidays are over. I'm not sure what's in store for this year except that I will be having a baby in July. We talk about moving, almost daily. We're so unsettled in this place it's just kind of a hovering gray cloud over us that won't budge. I'm too tired to try to tackle the disorganization. I look to my friends with older kids to remind me that this is a short phase in life. I am not the most patient, nor gracious, mother of small children. When this baby is born I'll have a 4.5 year-old, a 2.25 year old, and a newborn. Lawd help us.
Love, light, and peace to you this 2012.