I suppose most of you think this title is a bit absurd…over the top…tongue in cheek? I assure you, it is not! At one point, in 2008, we had six teenagers, five cars, four family members with jobs, three pets, two homes, and one big mortgage. Life, I decided then, is not for the faint of heart.
I have never been a techy and so didn’t have a calendar on my phone, which I believe was a Blackberry back then. This meant that everything that happened in my life, my husband’s life, or in the lives of our children, was handwritten on a calendar. This meant exactly one thing. I knew what was going on at any moment in a given day, but I was the only one. This led to children being left and forgotten at friends’ houses, schools and occasionally in random parking lots! People were late to school, work and soccer practice. Nobody ever knew where anyone else was, except for me, and apparently I wasn’t always forthcoming with this information. To make matters worse … and this is hard to admit for someone who four years later, became a professional organizer, I wasn’t always on time.
A classic example of this is years ago when my youngest daughter was waiting for me to pick her up after morning kindergarten and her teacher finally asked if she was worried and Marta calmly announced, “No, everything is fine. She is probably just shopping or something!”
Sadly, she was right on the money. When my oldest son was asked the same question after soccer practice he told his coach I was probably just napping. Dang it, right again!
Anyway…enter the whiteboard and suddenly in the space of one afternoon our life was miraculously transformed! Now everyone knew where everyone else was and times were attached to those events. There were no negotiations for cars because the ones who worked had first dibs. Sports events, parties and appointments were out in the open for everyone to see and revise. It was marvelous! I’m not saying that I was never late again after that, but it did help to keep everyone else on track.
I should add that eight years later we are empty nesters and still have the whiteboard. Well, it’s not the same one. The old one was the size of a ’67 Chevy and this one fits on the wall in our kitchen but my husband and I still faithfully write our schedules on it. Of course, now there are a lot less sporting events and a lot more doctor’s visits, but we decided if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it!