The amount of half-filled planners in my home is shockingly high. I mean, I try really hard to stay organized as a mom, but the seemingly never-ending batch of notebooks, gel pens, tape, and the laminator I have (that I love) but rarely use prove it: I'm the former shell of an organized woman. I used to have everything labeled and everything in order and, well, the struggles all super organized moms encounter when they have a toddler have whittled away my type-A personality to that of an unorganized stick, thrown in a pile of other unorganized sticks to embody that mess that is life with a two-year-old son.
To me, organization is about lists and plans and ideas and the comfort that is having a clear picture of what I need to get done and what I’m doing that day or that week or even that month. However, I can’t claim to be a neat person. Well, not anymore. Cleanliness is about hanging up the laundry and loading the dishwasher and not letting the diaper bag spill onto the dining table and vacuuming before it gets to the point that you look around the room and think, “Damn, I need to vacuum.” I mean, I would if I could, but I can’t. Not with a toddler. Now that I've been a mother for two years, I have that innate ability to look past clutter and go about my business as if it’s not even there. Sorry, Martha (for the record, I am working on it).
Instead, I maintain a loose grasp on my organizational abilities, which are constantly being called into question now that my son is a toddler. In fact, he may or may not have (but definitely did) scribbled all over my planner with a pink marker just the other day. Seriously, if that’s not a metaphor for my current life status, I don’t know what is. Here are a few other realities of being an organized mom with a toddler, because if you don't laugh you might just cry into the pile of unorganized papers on your previously clean kitchen counter.