I don’t use a daily planner.
I know. I know. I KNOW!
It’s crazy talk. It’s ILLOGICAL.
But isn’t she a MOM?!
Doesn’t she HOMESCHOOL?!
Is she even human?!
Yes to all of the above and their varieties.
It’s true. I don’t use a planner.
In a world that runs on selling and consuming planners, I, Angie, do not conform.
It’s not that I’m anti-planner (wouldn’t that be an odd thing to get worked up about? I’m sure someone’s written a book about it – head to Amazon to buy it). It’s just that I’m really really bad at using them.
I’ve tried it several times. And it just doesn’t stick.
(I’m pretty sure this reveals some hidden meaning about me that someone will be able to psychoanalyze and my crazy will be wide open on the internet for all to see. So be it.)
But I just can’t do it.
You see, about every month and a half, I get this idea, this terrible, awful idea, to try again.
After over a decade of trying to successfully use one in adulthood, each time I try again, I believe deep in my heart this time will be different.
So. I grab my planner of choice for that year (because I love spending money on things that frustrate me), and my nice pen (I actually am very particular about the pens I use), and go to town.
Here are my steps:
- Stare blankly at the month page. Wonder silently what people actually write in those tiny boxes that matter. Daily appointments? Goals? Birthday reminders? Draw cartoons?
- Decide on a couple reminders for random events and forget the actual important stuff. Feel accomplished we have so much going on.
- Throw in a few family fun ideas that we will likely forget about (still haven’t been to the zoo in our new city).
- Turn page.
- Stare at the week by week pages.
- Wonder if I’m supposed to fill all that space with a to-do list, inspiring quotes, or leave it empty as a reminder of how boring and slow some weeks are.
- Decide on writing down Mass and adoration times and my husband’s work schedule even though both are thoroughly committed to our daily working memory.
- Throw in some sticky notes since that seems to be the rage these days. (PS the store brands got nothing on the Post It brand. Splurge, my friends.)
- Breath a sigh of relief that I’m in the cool kids club again … at least for a few days.
- Gingerly close my pretty planner and set in kitchen drawer, with full intention to pull it out each morning and night.
- Forget it exists entirely for approximately 45 days.
Great process, no?
Seems to work well here. I have yet to miss an important check up or due date on anything.
Somehow (how?!) my husband gets to work each day at the right time and we make it to Mass and extra events. Even without my planner!
The really important things get jotted on a sticky note (name brand, people!) and left in conspicuous places. I’ve found moving them out of my way and bumping into them a few times commits it to memory so by the time the sticky stuff is dead I don’t feel bad trashing it.
And that, my friends, is how this blogging, homeschooling, mother of four children 6 and under keeps this household, budget, school, prayer, and fun stuff all in order for our family.
Fancy. I know.