Parenting and family, served with a shot of vodka
I’ll be honest: By no means am I a techie person. But for the most part, I at least know what’s going on. I use my smart phone for almost everything — on-the-fly photographs, alarm clock, calculator, flashlight, entertainment, and yes, actual phone calls.
However, there’s one thing I can’t bear to move over to an e-form, and that’s my calendar. No matter how hard I’ve tried, I can’t stand looking at my phone to plan my life.
Sure, it’s convenient to be able make plans on the spot. Instead, when confronted with potential activities, I’m always like, “I’ll have to check my calendar and let you know.”
Just like my house, which is often scattered with toys and the errant socks my Superhero tossed under the coffee table, my calendar can get messy. When something changes, I scratch it out. My daughter sees my calendar and a pen and uses it for scribbling practice. My son scrawls in the days he wants to buy school lunch. Belgium waffle sticks — always a kid-pleaser.
This kind of disorder would never happen if I used Google calendar, or any of the other thousand scheduling apps that are surely available. But there’s something about using real paper in a book. I like having it laid out before me in my own handwriting, using one of my favorite pens.
Since I do freelance work and juggle kid schedules and volunteer, no two days are ever the same. It’s both awesome and incredibly hard to manage.
I love being able to survey the week. When my husband works; when Sweet Pea has gymnastics or a play date or story time at the library; when the Superhero has soccer practice or his Scholastic book orders are due for school. And oh my God, have I given my dear, blind dog her doses of eye drops today?
Sometimes, I use the calendar to jot down funny things the kids say, or things I want to remember about that day.
I felt cheesy buying a “mom calendar” at first. But as it turns out, I enjoy reading the sweet and funny quotes about children and parenting that are included in my calendar. The little stickers to note winter break, sleepovers and parent-teacher conferences? So cute. Plus, that’s probably as close to scrapbooking as I’ll ever get because, honestly, who the hell has time for that?
I don’t think anything will make me move over to electronic calendar. If that means having a disheveled book, so be it. Because that thing is filled to the brim with life and love.
Flipping through its pages are like a succinct diary. It’s a reminder that time does fly — but man, we have fun doing it every day, don’t we?
I don’t think I could ever feel that way about looking at a sterile computerized calendar.
Am I alone? Is there anything you’re old school about?