Look, I don’t have a lot going on for me. Sure, I’m a mom and I have 3 kids who seem to survive each day with minor issues and they get fed and clothed…all the big, important things. And, sure, I used to have a corporate job and now I’m working as a blogger making as much (or more) than I made when I wore a suit every day. But, I’m still a bad person. Mostly because Bullet Journaling Intimidates Me. But there are 4 other reasons, too. Just FYI.
Bullet Journaling Intimidates Me
(And 4 Other Reasons I’m a Bad Person)
- Bullet Journaling Intimidates Me. I am happy to take a calendar and a list for each day and write out my to-dos for things. That is, if I had things to-do that required all that kind of organization. But, I don’t do more than that–and it’s all on random sheets of paper that are used that one time for that one thing then off I go. If it gets more complex than that, I kind of panic and shut down. But I am jealous of those of you with more. Very jealous. Sorry.
- I Forget Things–Every Thing. Maybe this is where bullet journaling would help me? I don’t know. I feel like it might. Hence the random sheets of paper that get discarded after a task. I’ve been out of potatoes now for 2 weeks. Thanks, weird-bullet-journal-
- My Kids Don’t Wear Matching Socks. And this fashion faux-pas is not intentional by any means. I’m just ridiculously bad at finding matches and, although it would help if I folded socks ever, I just give up after 2-3 seconds. And I don’t fold the
sockslaundry because (wait for it)–I get intimidated by the large piles of clothes in the middle of my bedroom floor. There. I said it.
- My Toddlers Co-Sleep With Me. Both of them. And they still have pacifiers. And I never REALLY weaned them because they eat those silly applesauce pouches constantly and those are just basically giant bottles. And I let them bully me into keeping those things with their crying and upsets if I try to take these things away. Also, I’m a bad mom.
- I Don’t Clean My Own House. Even though I am a Stay-at-Home-Mom. I will choose to go without in order to pay for the nice lady to come to my house and clean-up after me. I am really good at vacuuming every day, for about a week a year. Then I am the most forgetful, lazy person on the face of the planet.
Or, maybe this is a safe place to admit this: I’m not a bad person. Nope. Just kind of normal. Nothing special–just me and a little quirky, but aren’t we all?
Real bullet journaling with all the swirly-curly-pretty-stickers-
It just may not be for me. Just because my mom never let me or my brother have pacifiers and we were weaned at 6 weeks and never asked for a bottle again (not really, but my mom loves to exaggerate on that point, I think–sorry mom), doesn’t mean I have to be exactly like her. I can be me.
And, in that way, I’m my own Bullet Journal. I’m my own fun unicorn stickers and calligraphy at the beginning of the month. And I think I kind of love it. So, I’m going to let Bullet Journaling Intimidate Me. Because that’s just, well, me. LOL!
About the author:
Chantal is a nerd on a mission of mom-hood who wants to live in a world where unicorns are real rainbows can be walked over and the Stormtroopers never find those suspicious droids they were looking for.