It's the little things...

With changes bombarding me with life, career, family, and health and with my new found buddy, brain fog, I have found myself more and more reliant on structure and  schedule.  Much like when my little Beans needed a Mama Bean to tell them when it's time to eat, bathe, and sleep, I have become my own micromanager.

Okay, okay.  So, I'm trying really hard to become my own micromanager.  I am the kind of Type A person who fell in the deep end of the tragedy pool.  So, maybe I've never made a bed of my own accord, that's what comforters are for.  So, maybe I've never folded socks, just make sure they are all the same kind and color.  Boom!  Problem solved!  My little Jumpin Beans never really knew what they could get away with because of my haphazard anal retention.  #parenting101

For this reason they would just consistently push limits and boundaries to test when I would break.  They even strategically formed alliances to catch me off guard.  I'm sure I can write that off as a lesson in business network or some such bullshit life coaching.  No need to feel guilty about letting them get away with something so trivial when we had much bigger fish to fry...like finding to culprit that set the house on fire.

These days I require a bit more self discipline as a way to cope with unpleasant symptoms.  That being said, I'm still very much the opposite of self disciplined.  In fact, I don't even believe in self discipline.   Toss that crock of shit over on the Easter Bunny pile.  If you stay on track for everything, every little detail you had planned for a day on your own without the bribe of money or sex at the end of the day then YOU are a freak.  A freak of nature,  I tell you!  Stop making everyone else feel bad.  You're just showing off.  Pft!

So, I rely on calendars and apps.  I have seven separate alarms on my phone, each with good intentions.   "With good intentions" means I usually just silence the alarm on blind autopilot and forget the task immediately.  If I'm really on the ball, I'll snooze first, then go into ignorant autopilot bliss.

Anyway, what I really wanted to say was, the Clark Kent in my life just bought me a new tablet to help keep myself, and my various alarms, lists, calendars, and apps organized.  It's a work in progress, but with a cover like this success is just around the corner.  Totes!  You may need to avert your eyes from the glittery awesomeness.  You have been warned.

Sweet dreams lovelies...