What is your secret on staying on top of your shit?

I have a secret. I harbor an imperfection.

Ok, let’s start again. I have MANY imperfections but there is one that presents itself almost every single day. I am disorganized.

Try as I may, I am just not one of those women who runs a smooth brain. Mine is akin to a Chinese laundry, with things flung everywhere and items going missing with regular regularity. I have always been a little scatterbrained, but as I get older, I sometimes surprise myself at just how easy it is for me to walk around with my head stuck firmly up my own anus.

Our family has a calendar. It is that massive TYPO one that fills an entire wall. This is our social lifeline, when indeed we choose to write something on it. Which is hardly ever. We have been known to be lazing around the house on the weekend when the phone rings. It is always someone asking whether we were planning to attend the BBQ, Engagement Party, Baby shower, Birthday party or other celebration which is currently on.

At that very moment.

It is not a comfortable feeling, blaming your partner for not putting the event on the “Calendar”.

Another really bad faux pas that can happen when you are disorganized is when you are talking to a friend on the phone and you say something like “Are you looking forward to your birthday?” and there is silence.

Because their birthday was last week.

I slept past my alarm yesterday. Oh fuck it, let’s be honest, I slept through it again this morning. And the kids did as well. Mr Woog is away this week so my safety net had massive holes in it. My friend Ms. Leith is going to call me at 7am tomorrow and keep calling me until I answer because I am due in the city at 9am.

But realistically, there is no reasonable excuse for being so disorganized. We have devices that beep and ping at you, letting you know of something that has sprung up that requires your attention. The problem is that you have to reprogram your behaviors to actually input the data to achieve the desired result.

Let me explain further.

You run into a friend, have a little chat before you suggest that perhaps a dinner might be in order to increase your quality social time. She whips out her smart phone, which is packed with everything that is on her agenda. (Mrs Jenkins I am looking at you).  She gives you a couple of dates, which you promise to remember and intend to cross reference with your paper calendar that hangs in the hall. You walk away and immediately forget the dates and by the time you get home, the whole exchange is but a distant memory.

But that is still no excuse for bad manners.

In an attempt to get on top of my situation and make 2019 my bitch, I will purchase a selection of organisers and planners in which to fill in lovingly each day and cross off events and occasions as they pass. They promised to help me plan presents to buy, travel logistics and even what we will be having for dinner for the next fortnight.

But again, if you not actually use each little section, each little colour coded box, then they just sit on the kitchen table and become what they will become in my house.

Very expensive drawing paper.

What is your secret on staying on top of your shit?