Disorganised from Whitstable?

So we have gone past the half way point in the summer holidays, we should be looking towards the new term being organised, keen, enthusiastic and of course prepared.

So why am I none of these things? In fact I think I’m so far from prepared people should laugh and throw eggs at me. I can’t even tell you exactly which day my children go back to school. I can’t remember when the library books are due back, when I have arranged play dates for the boys or most of the time which day it is. 

This week being a classic example I sold some bits from the garden that the boys had grown out of and then forgot completely so when people knocked on the door they were met with my blank and confused face. I have been ill this week and spent lots of it in bed so I could blame that but really I think I’ve just thrown the towel in.

I started a bullet journal earlier in the year and found it an amazing tool to keep on top of everything and had such good intentions to make it last all year but then cue the summer holidays, the foot coming off the gas slightly and I’ve thrown caution to the wind writing dates on random scraps of paper and thinking ‘I don’t need my diary, I will remember’. 

This thank goodness doesn’t stretch as far as work as I still remember where the office is and haven’t forgotten to turn up at all. Nor have I forgotten my newspaper commitments and even got last weeks column in a day early. So how then am I managing to be the least organised I’ve ever been elsewhere?! 

I scowl at the mothers who have all the new school shoes bought and bags ready to be filled with books, I berate myself when I hear others talking about their fully packed schedules when I know we have stuff on but can’t remember when or I’m panicking that we only have an onion and a pepperoni in the fridge for dinner. 

The boys though seem happy and are, I think enjoying the slightly different pace of life we are having at home this summer. This morning we chatted in bed until ten (when I say chatted, they talked over the top of each other and I listened hugging my mug of tea.) 

We do spend so much time rushing here and there and I wonder if something internally has told me it’s enough and that we need to get back to basics a bit. I’m not going to beat myself up about it and hope that my organisational brain will kick in again the week before they go back to school. Otherwise there will be letters home about mishmashed uniform, onion sandwiches and the fact that school has actually started back. 

For today though the boys are still in their pyjamas watching a film while playing with their Lego, I’m showered and dressed but wearing no make up whatsoever with hair that looks a bit like a bowl cut from the 60’s and we are going to eat spag Bol for tea because I wasn’t organised enough to sort the bits for a roast and we will enjoy each other’s company.

I will never be Superwoman and I’m more than okay with that!