Let's also pretend that I haven't been suffering for the lack of therapeutic healing that comes from running my fingertips over the keys as I use up all the words flowing in my brain to process, remember, decompress, relive, cherish, ponder, evaluate, and just *pin* bits and pieces of life in one little place so they stay there in my otherwise fluid and ever shifting chaos of life.
Let's just all agree to pretend, Mmm-kay?
Okay, so now that we are on the same page, literally, let's talk Command Centers!!
I spent the entire summer dreading the Back to School reality that was mine. So many details I'm going to leave out here, but suffice to say, it's been an emotional heap taller than any stack of laundry I've ever seen my family create.
Huge.
While in prep mode, while nestling into our new home, while dreaming of "smooth and easy days" as Charlotte Mason would chide me to chase after, I landed in Pin-land looking over all those fancy Command Centers and thinking...oh, yeah. I totally need THAT. Just having that on my wall is going to make everything all Smooth and Easy and Masony.
Just let me live the delusion. It makes me happy.
So began my Command Center, Wall One:
This wall holds a Family Message board, key rings and shelf for husband's personal things, clip boards for each child and myself to hold chore lists, weekly assignment charts, school binders, mail, and other paper trails, and room in the corner for a map of our area. I've got new drivers and we all need to learn the roads in our new area.
Command Center, Wall Two:
This wall holds, from left to right, a chalkboard frame for posting weekly memory verse, metal trays to hold weekly and daily cleaning chart, weekly menu with kitchen clean up chart, inspirational posters, and our daily "chunking" routine. (I'll explain that below) Far right is another metal tray holding a two-month calendar spread.
Okay, now that you've got the big picture, I'll break down the Chunking routine that is a New Thang for me this year. I'm loving it.
But, really, there's post-it notes involved...what's not to love??
I started my planning making the usual color-coded, 30 minute increment, multi-columned spreadsheet for a daily schedule. Once I got up to a full 9 hour day BEFORE the dinner time routine, I was scared out of my ever-lovin' mind. No joke.
But, really, there's post-it notes involved...what's not to love??
I started my planning making the usual color-coded, 30 minute increment, multi-columned spreadsheet for a daily schedule. Once I got up to a full 9 hour day BEFORE the dinner time routine, I was scared out of my ever-lovin' mind. No joke.
A friend gently talked me off the ledge by talking about how she just focuses on sections and subjects in her day. I needed to think on that. And, well, being me, I needed to see it too.
That's when I went hunting and found a helpful article (along with great downloads for some awesome printables) from Kim at notconsumed.com. She used words like creative, flexible, throw-the-clock-out-the-window, and chunks.
That's when I went hunting and found a helpful article (along with great downloads for some awesome printables) from Kim at notconsumed.com. She used words like creative, flexible, throw-the-clock-out-the-window, and chunks.
I was smitten.
So I took her ideas and grabbed my all-time-favorite-ever-little-bits-of-happiness and went to town creating magic.
I thought about our days. I thought about how I work. I thought about how I think. I like to box things up. (Well, I DID just move 11 people from one house to another, right?? And I HAVE done that, oh...about 13ish times so far, right??)
My brain works well putting everything in it's place and as many things in one place as will look tidy and uncluttered. So, I did that with our day.
My brain works well putting everything in it's place and as many things in one place as will look tidy and uncluttered. So, I did that with our day.
I now have chunks of time that hold like things together. And because these chunks hold all they need to hold, they are easily moved to one place or another during the day.
"This is genius!" she declared.
"This is genius!" she declared.
Once I saw all those pretty little pieces of life sitting nicely together, not fighting, not fussing, not arguing over who gets the attention first, well, my heart just melted into a puddle of, "Yes, please!" and "Thank you!"
I grabbed the laminator and the magnetic strips (actually, I assigned that fun little task to a very willing 10 and 12 year old duo) and created the cutest little chunks of life you could imagine.
Yep. There they are all shiny and clean. They are perfectly movable. They are perfectly willing to shift, take a new place, be set aside, move the front, and even make room for more (which actually happened when I added another Brain Chunk to the day after our first week of school).
For each chunk there's a corresponding chart, list, or set of instructions so everyone knows how to fill that chunk and where they should be. The system is brilliant!! Getting everyone to USE the system, well, that's the life-long battle, right?
I'm still a scattered mom of many each day. I'm still up to my graying temple hairs with math facts, diapers, laundry, latin tests, piano lessons, kale chopping, permission slips, phonics rules, and piles of read alouds, but..well, the chunking makes it all seem doable.
And if I can just BELIEVE it...SEE it in pretty little squares...FEEL the power of control by just shifting a box, well...that's some percentage of the battle right there.
I'm still a scattered mom of many each day. I'm still up to my graying temple hairs with math facts, diapers, laundry, latin tests, piano lessons, kale chopping, permission slips, phonics rules, and piles of read alouds, but..well, the chunking makes it all seem doable.
And if I can just BELIEVE it...SEE it in pretty little squares...FEEL the power of control by just shifting a box, well...that's some percentage of the battle right there.
At least for now it is. Talk to me again when the February slump sets in.
And now, back to that regularly scheduled pile of laundry I mentioned.
And now, back to that regularly scheduled pile of laundry I mentioned.
Yep.
Huge.

















