Organized

I am trying to be organized.  It is after all the first of the new year and I feel pushed into being the best person ever, new goals, new ways of living my life carefree and perfectly structured.  But does it really ever happen like I that?  All month of December I used my spare time and spare thoughts pre-planning for that magic day of January first to make everything perfect with my new year.

Well, I’m not.  I still struggle to get the kids in bed on time.  Which in turn means they will not be up in time the next day or start school on time. This means school will end late overlapping into my “office hours” so I can write every day for three hours.  There goes my writing the next best seller, or sitting on Oprah’s couch.

 I promised myself this would be the year I am up with the chickens.  I will go right down those stairs first thing and work out so I can wear that two piece at the beach this summer…..without a cover-up.

I had planned on keeping my house organized as well.  So why are there still supper dishes from the night before on the counter top?  Is that the same pile of dirty laundry by the door to the laundry room from three days ago?  I can see enough pet hair on my floor to make a small mattress, and that is only looking into my living room, never mind the rest of the house.

I scratch my tongue over my teeth somewhere around ten and realize I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.  I pass the mirror in the kitchen and see my hair sticking out in all possible angles.  Why apply make-up when yesterday’s is still there.  Just wipe your finger through your mouth and swipe under eyelids to clear off the smudges. 

I am not even half way through my day today, eleven days into the new year and all my plans for being organized are busted.  Well, on the up-side, I can start planning now to be organized for next January first.

Not my greatest free- write…but then again I am hustled for time!