When I became a mom, I expected to have more jobs--it's only rational. What I didn't expect was that I would take on a career in transportation and logistics. I feel like all I do is transport things (toys, books, socks, shoes, paper clips, flashlights, bills, DVDs, drill bits, you name it--I've moved it) from one area of the house to another. I used to try to immediately remove the offensive item and return it to its proper resting spot but realized I don't have the resources to operate in such a manner. Now I try to make piles of things headed to various locations and deliver them on my next trip. Perhaps I should get shopping carts labeled "bathroom" "bedroom" "office" "garage" etc. kind of like they have in the return department at Target.
Logistics really go hand-in-hand with transportation because you have to logistically determine what it is you need to transport be it a return or pick up. For example, we keep a full stock of baby supplies (extra change of clothes, diaper, wipes, burp clothes and the like) in a cabinet in the family room. It's a full time job keeping that puppy stocked. I try to bring a load of diapers down from upstairs while I'm up there transporting misplaced items to their homes. It really requires constant mental alertness, which I struggle to maintain, to juggle what needs to go where . Perhaps I need to just relax and stop worrying about trying to be organized. Maybe life would be easier if I could train myself to live in chaos. Maybe I'll try it out for a week.
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Ditto! I finally created a basket where I scoop everything to go upstairs. It's literally called the basket of stuff to go upstairs. Then when it's upstairs it becomes the basket of stuff to come downstairs. Maybe I should think of a shorter name!
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