Every month since school started, or that is as long as my memory is these days, the calendar police has been patrolling my house the first of the month. Miss O reminds me ‘mom its time to change the calendar’. Well, it’s 7:30a.m. and I am running around trying to get the kids ready for school. Changing my calendar isn’t on my mind.
In fact, changing my calendar isn’t on my mind for usually 3-4 days. One month we didn’t change it until the 15th. This caused the calendar police to remind me at least once, if not twice a day, that it was time to change it.
I know she gets this anal behavior from me. But I had to let go a bit when I became a mom. My house used to be clean, everything had a place. The only thing that was a mess was the coffee table. And now every day, the house looks like a tornado rolled through, no matter how often I pick it up, the two tornado’s mess it up. That totally messes with my OCD. But I choose happiness for them, versus yelling at them about the mess they made.
So I will let the calendar police yell at me. Until Miss O throws me in the clink.