When my ex saw the Pixar movie, UP, he immediately recognized me in one of the characters. Dug. The dog.
I am completely unable to concentrate on one thing at a time.
I cannot multi-task.
I can barely uni-task.
To paraphrase my good friend Jeff Johnson, My brain is like a bag of weasels on crack.
It drives everyone around me insane, and is actually making me a little crazy, too. It is something about myself I absolutely hate.
My roommate, Chrissa, is one of the most meticulously organized people I have ever met. I LOVE it. I am envious of it. I am trying to learn how to emulate it. I am faaaiiiiiling.
This has been, shall we say, a year in transition for me. And the more chaotic my life, the more I crave organization. If only I could figure out how to achieve that goal!
This morning, I somehow managed to leave my cell phone at the house. I was unloading the dishes, when my Moka pot started to whistle, so I went over to make my coffee, and managed to leave some of the clean dishes sitting on the counter.
I have walked out of the house without my shoes. Without my keys. I once got into my car before I realized I was still in my PJ's. I make a list of things to do, and lose the list. I make a list for groceries, and leave it at home.
I am that person at Home Depot, who has to go buy a new hammer, because I can't remember where I put the hammer last time I used it.
I will go through a spate of attempted organizing...and then not remember where I put anything I organized. It's awful.
What do you do to stay organized? Can you give a girl in transition a little advice? I am never going to be Martha Stewart, but by golly, I will give it my best shot! With your help, of course. Thank you in advance, because I will forget to thank you later.