I can’t be the only one out there that is, on a consistent basis, totally screwing up their daily schedule. Can I?
It’s unbelievable. And, I’m not just saying that. Like, I actually can’t believe it’s happening when it’s happening.
I’m not even talking about the unusual events in your calendar that are different from your regular routine. I am talking about the sort of stuff that you’ve been doing every Tuesday and Thursday for the last few months. Or, even things that have been on your schedule every single weekday for the last 4 years.
Ask Chad, my chiropractor, how many times I’ve texted him at 5am asking if I am scheduled to see him at 8am on that Thursday morning. I’ve been doing that for months…on that exact day, at that exact time. And, that’s not even touching on the days that I just completely forget and realize that I’ve just totally blown him off.
Ask Alex, my ex-husband. We have been on a routine of me having the kids on Tuesdays and Thursdays for years. Now, in my own defense, those days shift around a lot if things come up, but that’s the default plan that we work from every week. To be totally honest with you, though, I don’t even know if that’s the default plan. Now that I sit here thinking about it, I can’t remember if it’s Mondays and Thursdays or Tuesdays and Thursdays. I just wrote those days because they seem like they would make sense. But, I have no clue.
Ask Mariah, our poor nanny. We have a 10 minute “meeting” at the beginning of her shift every morning so I can reel off the schedule for the kids. It takes 10 minutes not because they have so much going on, but because I literally can’t figure it out in my head and am just talking out loud, remembering things here and there, remembering that I’ve forgotten things here and there, giving her the schedule, then scratching that and giving her a different one. It takes me 10 minutes, at a minimum, to get through it all and finally walk away because I have given up on myself and ultimately just end up texting her as I figure it out throughout the morning.
Now, it’s not like I have an illness or anything, unless being clinically stubborn is something I can fix with more Vitamin D or something. Because you know what helps people that have issues with remembering events on their calendar?
Using a calendar.
I think I have it in my head that since I am essentially a stay-at-home Mom, I shouldn’t need a calendar. Having said that, I know a lot of stay-at-home Mom’s that busy-schedule-speaking I hold on the same level as high level corporate executives. They volunteer for 5 different organizations, have appointments…for something…every day of the week, do some hours here and there keeping the books for their family business, sit on the board for their alma mater (Should that be capitalized? I don’t even know.).
You know, all sorts of things that don’t involve things that I “am busy with” every day: writing a silly blog, laying on the backyard hammock because the sun’s out and it’s 80 degrees in the middle of October, going for bike rides to the fire station, obsessing over my macros numbers, and hanging out at the playground.
Almost nothing I do “requires” me to be doing it.
Which gets me into these situations where I have the highly occasional things pop up and I don’t even realize I should be looking at a calendar in the first place.
I know that sounds ridiculous, but I’ve even gone through a few short periods of time where I will look at my Gmail calendar (I have one by default because I use that for email, not because I was responsible enough to create one), and see both mine and Ben’s calendars at the same time: his events show up in yellow, mine are green. Which bothers me because I really don’t love the color green; I’d much rather be blue.
Anyway, the entire day is yellow. Almost every single day.
So, when I finally have something that should be in there, I’m so stubborn believing that I can handle the 3 things in one week that I have going on in my own head and don’t need a calendar to tell me about them.
But, apparently, I do.
You see, subconsciously I write blog posts like this to light a little fire under my bum. If I make some sort of formal declaration about having a problem with keeping my schedule in order, basically talk myself into buying the idea that I should be putting everything my calendar, and…therefore…solve the whole mess by having to keep up with all the preaching I do about self-betterment, then things happen.
And, I start showing up for chiropractor appointments without having to text Chad Messina at 5am every Thursday morning.