Thursday, February 11, 2010

Only HALF organised ALL of the time....

So Aquaman bought me a diary for this year cos he rocks like that.

School and kinder have started - apparently you get more time to yourself when this happens.

ERR NO. It's a big FAT MYTH and don't let anyone else carry it on. It's not fair anyone.

Already new diary is chock a block with - working bees, family BBQ's, 2 x fundraising WEEKENDS, committee meetings and school council meetings.
Although I must say through my whining that the school stuff is a little bit cooler - getting the ponies ready for a community parade and pony rides, plaiting their tails etc... Tres coolness.

It's also pretty mental because the start of the year always means reduced/transitional hours for both kids because it's their first years. 2 hours one day, 2.5 the next, skip one day - at least I'm getting a work out hauling my butt in and out of the car 4 times a day.

Armed with diary I have dutifully written in all start times, all finish times, all event and meeting dates. Everything I need until March, and placed the diary on my desk. I felt pretty gosh darn smug getting it all in early.

But I have already missed a committee meeting and mucked up 2 pickup dates in these first two weeks.

Next step - LOOK THE BLOODY DIARY.

4 comments:

Kellyansapansa said...

I always love getting a new diary, transferring all of the information over from the last one. It always seems so full of promise for a fabulous year. And then the routine sets in, the pages fill up and the year is over before we know it. Grrr!

Lucy@DiminishingLucy said...

Spooky. Are you living in my house? Tripping up alongside me? xx

Lori said...

Ah, that new diary smell...

Lady Astrid said...

Gosh, that is so like me this year and I only have one going to Kinder. Got myself the Masterplan diary to use along with my filofax one that I take everywhere with me. My poor Masterplan one is getting dusty on the shelf.

Agree with the transitional starts, completely stuffing me around and making is so confusing for my eldest.