…is the sign of a cluttered mind.
A week or so ago I received an email from Emme’s Classical Conversations tutor. She was asking all of Emme’s classmates to search their carts for a fellow student’s missing book.
Warily I approached Emme’s cart. If you’ll recall, this is the same cart that I drag around at the homeschool convention, in an effort to look like I know what I’m doing in the exhibit hall. It also houses all manner of snacking options as I sit through two days worth of lectures, hoping to soak up all available knowledge to sustain me through the homeschooling year. It also serves as a fancy foot rest and picnic table.
But I digress.
When Emme began Classical Conversations, I knew that a backpack was not an option, unless weekly trips to the chiropractor were desired. I outfitted her cart with what is described as a “Cart Apron” which is code for fancy cart cover with multi-exterior pockets to maintain optimum organization.
Cart Apron fail.
I rifled through Emme’s cart and did not find the classmate’s missing book. I sent the following text to the mom:
“I searched Emme’s cart, also known as the black hole, and came up empty. But I did find something that I think was a member of a food group at one time…”
Honestly, on Monday morning I make sure that her cart is neatly organized, color coded, and alphabetized. I think that once she gets to class, she dumps the contents out onto the floor, runs it over with the cart itself, and then stands across the room with her eyes closed to pitch everything back inside.
Not unlike the method in which she loads the dishwasher.
I often question how it is that we share the same DNA.
I cannot even talk about the state of her bedroom without hyperventilating.
This is most unfortunate for her room mate and sibling arch enemy, Cailey (the neat-nick), who must share a 10 x 9 foot sleeping space with her slob of a sister. Their desks are side by side in the family room, and clearly illustrate the vast difference between these two siblings.
Exhibit A: Emme’s desk
Exhibit B: Cailey’s desk
Please note the beautifully crafted origami decor. One such origami constructed box houses her ear buds, WHICH ARE NEATLY WRAPPED AFTER EACH USE. Occasionally Emme has need of her sister’s desk to use the Mac computer, and this act has caused Cailey’s head to actually explode.
I found a list of ideas to help with the messy school work dilemma on the Mom’s Homeroom site, and I’ve begun to implement a few suggestions, especially the one about providing the proper tools for her work environment. But honestly, after talking to my mother-in-law, as well as my sisters-in-law, I think I’m fighting a losing battle, as this issue is clearly hereditary. She hails from a long line of slobs. (Not the mother-in-law mind you, but all of her 6 children.)
I don’t know how Emme functions, yet she does. Organization really throws her for a loop.
As long as she’s getting assignments completed and they are legible, should I just CHILL OUT? Or. Is there hope that I can steer her into an organizational direction which will benefit ALL WHO HAVE TO LIVE WITH HER NOW AND IN HER FUTURE?
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