One of the things about being a (self-diagnosed) OCD'er is that I always have to have lists. Lots of lists. And calendars - multiple calendars. With lists on them. Basically, if it is not written down, it does not exist to me. One of the ways that I have managed to stay on top of our increasingly more demanding schedule is to have a weekly dry erase calendar that I update every Sunday night so that I will be aware of how the week will unfold and the family can easily see it while eating or passing through the kitchen. Up 'til now, this little organizational tool looked like this:
Recently, I decided that I could improve upon this situation. The dry erase calendar above was starting to get a bit small for weeks that were filled up with little boy things to do. And I had this old frame with broken glass which once held a painting that was above our bed that I still loved. And I had this old piece of plexi-glass sitting in our basement left over from the days when we used it to cover the railing area at the top of the stairs so Shane would stop trying to stick his ginormous baby head through the slats. And so the light bulb went off. I found 'a guy' who cut the plexi for me to fit in the frame (after, of course, I tried several times to do it myself and failed in each and every way). I painted the days of the week backwards on the underside of the plexi so they will not wipe off with my dry erase marks. And I found a piece of white fabric and some ribbon in my continuously growing stash. And so this was born:
also I cleaned up a bit... :)
