Wednesday, 15 July 2009

Falling apart

I am an organised person. That’s not a virtue or a vice, that’s just the way I am made. And I have one organised child and one hopelessly dreamy and forgetful child – but that’s okay too, because I have enough organisational skills to share around (only with the children though - boyf can organise himself).

So the day-to-day household management around here usually happens without too much fuss. Cheques get paid on time, appointments are made, reply slips get returned to school, last minute requests for costumes or cakes are whipped up with minimal grumbling and important dates are written in the calendar.

But this week something has gone horribly wrong with my organisational powers and I feel like I’m walking on shifting sands of confusion and muddle. It is the last week of term. I am tired and preoccupied with work, the organised child is almost delirious with exhaustion and too much homework while the dreamy child is shattered and even madder than usual. We’ve hardly seen G as he works stupid pre-holiday hours trying to get everything done before we go away.

So far this week:
  • The dreamy child lost her dinner money envelope and the organised one left his in the bottom of his school bag and forgot to hand it in.
  • The organised child then left his lunchbox at school – or possibly at the childminder’s. The dreamy child is having school dinners all week but by the evening can’t remember what she ate for lunch. Did she eat anything?
  • The organised child thinks he might need a tennis ‘bat’ for when he goes to summer camp next month. I think we’ve got one somewhere in the house but I can’t remember where. I forget to look for it but the organised child forgets to remind me, so that’s kind of okay.
  • The organised child starts making arrangements for where he is going to meet the childminder at the end of the school day next term. Except that he does not know where his next classroom will be, nor where O’s next classroom will be. Both children, the childminder and I are all very confused.
  • I pack my lunch for work and then leave it at home. Two days in a row.
  • The organised child looses his asthma pump and comes home with someone else’s. I forget to call the Doctors to get a repeat prescription written up for him.
  • Both children have received some Sainsbury’s school vouchers through the post from Granny. The dreamy child thinks she has lost them somewhere in her bedroom. But the organised child then tells her that she never even had them; he has in fact lost them in his bedroom. They argue about who has lost them and then find them in a box of Lego.
  • The dreamy child is told she must be a “buddy” for a new girl in her class. This means she has to wear a smiley face pin badge on her uniform at all times, for a whole week. So far she has lost the badge twice - but has at least also found it twice.
  • The organised child forgets to hand the vouchers in to the school office but finds the dreamy child’s lunch money in the car.
  • I take the Sainsbury's vouchers into the school office and then forget to order school sweatshirts, a size bigger, while I am there. I have two days left to remember to do this or the children will go back to school in September wearing this year’s stained, faded and too-small ones.
  • This morning, as she was walking in to her classroom the dreamy child shouted over her shoulder “Oh yes, I forgot to tell you, I need to bring fairy cakes and a packet of straws into school tomorrow!”

This suddenly seems like a monumental task, but I get home from work this evening and make them anyway. Fortunately I am sufficiently organised to have just enough baking marg left in the fridge.


  1. our house operates like this most of the time and as there are so many things to remember at the end of term it usually gets even worse, so i can really relate to your post.
    only 1 week now though to go till the holidays and then we can all relax!

  2. I'd add in two sports days, two end of term shows, a talent competeition, 11+ revision and a newborn - crazy time of year isn't it?! But you have the power to control it....with a list! I have mine on the back of an envelope but everything is there so hopefully I wont forget, though I did miss a drop in session at the school on Monday, woops.
    You are right,the feeling that control is slipping away is stressful.

  3. oh my........... good luck. my daughter has gone to school in one of her brothers shirts this morning, as her disorganized mother couldn't find her a clean one....... it must be the week for it xx

  4. Oh the end of term - it's like the Krypton Factor for mothers. my head is going to explode.
    Must remember school finishes at lunchtime tomorrow, must remember school finishes at lunchtime tomorrow, must remember school finishes at lunchtime tomorrow.

  5. Urgh, it sounds like the story of our week too. Only one day left to go, hurrah! Mind you, we've also just discovered a case of nits (yuk, Hedrin'ed), and that the mother of one of the other girls in R's class has just recovered from swine flu. I'm thinking of spending the summer in a cave somewhere.


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