If only the bench did laundry…

I am not organized.

In fact, I may be the opposite of organized.

One of my blog-friends had posted this link to a cool way to organize jewelry (of which I have a ridiculous amount.  3 tours in the middle east really  increases your jewelry supply).  It was genius!  I was going to do it!  It would be amazing!

I went to the store.  I got a vase from the dollar store and some stones for inside.  Then I couldn’t find any s hooks.  Then I broke the vase coming in the front door…… sigh.  I still haven’t found s hooks.  My necklaces are doomed to a life of tangled neglect.

That pretty much sums up my organizational skills.

So when I realized after the first day of school that I now have 3 kids in school, which means 3 backpacks, 3 lunch kits, 3 take-home folders, 3 agendas and 3 sets of classroom newsletters and field-trip forms and  teacher letters…..

Well, I almost lost my mind.

And in my head, I heard already “mom, where’s my agenda?  Did you sign it?  Where did you put it?  I need my field-trip permission signed today.  Where’s my hot lunch money?  Did you log my reading minutes?”  And so on.  And so forth. Until they’d be asking me these things from the telephone in between them and my cell at the forensic psych ward.

Looking at their backpacks in the front entrance every day for the next 40-some weeks did not appeal to me.  We have a really small front closet and no other storage for these things.  The closet can barely handle the influx of snow pants and jackets and boots and balaclavas and mitts and…. sigh.  Bring it on.

Anyway, I spent some time thinking.  I need…

Organization.

Darn it, I don’t have any!  This should be clear by the fact that it’s already the first day of school when I am thinking about this.  An organized person would have made the connection sometime over the summer.  But I, on the other hand, reacted like I had completely made no correlation between school and all the school supplies.

What I DO know how to do, is shop.  So I dragged DH ot on a day off and forced him to find something to remedy this problem.  I EVEN thought to take measurements before we left (I know, I know, all this planning is blowing. your. mind).

And this, right here, is what I found. 

Yup. That’s right.  There’s a spot for the backpack on top.  There’s a slot in the middle for the agenda and 6 million papers that comes home in triplicate and takes over my life.  And there’s a basket with their name on it under each slot that can hold hats for now and soon will be filled with all that toque, mitt and scarf loveliness that is generally needed by say…. mid-October around here.  Don’t pretend like it’s not, cause you know darn well it is.

This is pretty straight forward but I gotta say, it’s like the smartest parenting-related organization in the history of my life.  And yes, I know what that says about me.

You may all bask in the amazingness of this organizational feat.  Bask!  And then, tell me your absolutely essential organizational ideas.  Cause Lord knows I need more.  Please.  Think of the children….

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