Friday, July 25, 2008

So if you came here looking for someone to point out the obvious, you've come to the right place.

I love schedules. I think they are right up there with dishwashers. They are wonderful and beautiful and amazing. I actually enjoy sitting down and figuring out what I want to get done for the day and filling in time slots with very specific activities. Then I sigh with relief and knock on the tabletop 5 times, do 3 pirouettes and wash my hands for exactly 33.3 seconds while humming Flight of the Bumblebee.

I love the idea of schedules. I like to see what I could get done in one 24 hour period. However, I never take into consideration the fact that I am not a very organized person, I am easily distracted, and I am not hyperactive. My schedules wind up impossible to stick to. I never allot the proper amount of time for anything because I assume I am a mover and a shaker. I am not a mover and a shaker. I'm more like an ambitious koala.

Also, I need transition periods. Much like a preschooler, I need an announcement 10 minutes before we're about to change activities so I can mentally adjust to the idea. Okay, right now I am eating and in 10 minutes I will be loading the dishwasher. I am happy and at peace with the world. Ommmmmmmmmm.

There is also a part of me that is like this crazy anarchist with a bunch of piercings and every time I try to tell her what to do she starts raging against the machine. It's like Amy Winehouse meets the Sex Pistols. BOLLOCKS TO YOUR SCHEDULE! And now, I am officially a lunatic.

I had a point here....somewhere. Here it is: Time management. It is difficult.

Monday, July 21, 2008

Rubbish and poppycock

During the past four weeks we took a 2 week trip up north to Minnesota and Michigan (3,200 miles roundtrip - ugg) and since then we have had a slew of appointments to get ready for school and moving. School starts here in about 2 weeks. After 6 weeks in the Georgia school system, we make the big move and the boys will get to experience the British school system.

Here is what I know about how schools might be in England (based on watching Harry Potter and Mary Poppins):

1. They wear uniforms that make them look like little collegiates - Brilliant!
2. They say things like "Ello Guvnah!"
3. The bus drivers know how to drive on the wrong side of the road - Talented!
4. They call garbage rubbish and they use the word poppycock.
5. The teachers have names like Mrs. Perrywinkle and Mr. Tweedy

That's all I need to know. I don't care if they still beat the kids with rulers, I'm sold.

As you can see, I am completely on top of things here. We should be totally prepared when we get there.