The Organized Mother

There she is at school drop off -  blackberry in hand - busily tapping away.  She is focused, intense and from the serious look on her face, about to cap off the oil gushing into the Gulf of Mexico or bring long-lasting peace to the Middle East.  Almost.  That particular morning she was putting out a fire of another sort.  Somehow, despite having taken all conceivable measures to avoid this sort of disaster, tomorrow's acupuncture session overlapps with her tennis lesson by 40 minutes.  How could this have happened? How did she drop the ball like that?  What else has she 'screwed up'? 

Alas, the well mannered modern mother knows better than to laugh at this or point out the champagne nature of this problem.  For the mother suffering at the moment is her "Organized Friend."  Most every modern mother has one.  The friend who holds it all together via precise, meticulous organization of every facet of family life.  At the center of it all is the schedule.  Kept on the family computer, the master calender is easily edited by her wireless device and her husband's secretary.  The day's agenda is printed early every morning and posted in the kitchen and mud room.  Each family member has his own color on the calendar which corresponds to his laundry basket, back pack, toy bin in basement, the tape on his hockey stick and the tabs on her files about him in her desk.  Lessons, tryouts, travel, medical appointments, the next time she can wear that dress to an event, hopes, dreams and aspirations are all in that calendar.

Knowing this about her friend, the well mannered mother offers a few kind words and heads off on her day happy that she doesn't even know what she might be forgetting at that very moment. 





4 comments:

Anonymous said...

I wish I could be that organized! Right now, I'm lucky if the clean laundry makes to out of the basket and into the dressers before being worn again.

Barefoot Liz said...

Even with many calendars, post it notes, google calendar, and my iPhone, I still forget about appointments.
I need a personal assistant.

Anonymous said...

Please tell me that the Organized Mother doesn't really exist?!? Some days, I can barely make it to school drop-off with matching shoes....

Elizabeth Baxter Butcher said...

Well, I did make the part up about the hockey tape. I don't know about that. Thanks for reading!

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