I am now in my 30s, and I think I have to resign to the fact that I am just not an organized person. My mom is incredibly talented in getting things done, and I kind of always assumed that it was just a matter of time until this very specific gene would make its entrance into my life. Well, hasn't happened yet, and probably won't anymore. That doesn't mean I am not trying though, and failing miserably most of the time.
Take this blog, for example. In an ideal world I would post every single day, and every post would be captivating, funny and accessorized with beautiful pictures. But then life happens. Everyone with children knows how they tend to always show up when you are about to do something for yourself. Then the mommy-guilt kicks in because after all, they ARE my first priority, and how important can a blog post be if the alternative is playing candyland with your 4-year-old or teaching your 1-year-old how to wiggle her piggy toes?
Needless to say that I am not one of those people who have dinner, home-made from scratch of course, on the table by 5pm every day. Or whose house always looks like the grand-prize winner on HGTV. I am more one of those "proud I remembered to pick my daughter up from preschool" kind of people. And I guess that's just fine :-)