What I Like About My Bullet Journal

I like keeping a book log!  

I have read 33 books this year.  I record the title, author, and date that I finished it.  If I like the book a lot, I put a star next to it.  

worth documenting


That’s it.  No ratings.  Pen and paper, because I don’t want another thing that entices me to be online. 

I also have a section called “Books to Read” where I- wait for it- write down titles of books I want to read.  I get a lot of ideas from Modern Mrs Darcy, but also from browsing Barnes and Noble, or seeing a friend recommend something on Facebook.  We are in walking distance to two libraries and I have a fairly consistent list of books on hold.  

Writing down the books I have read motivates me to read more.  I don’t know why, but it does.  I like seeing those journal pages filled up with what I see as a record of time well spent.  

Other categories in my bullet journal:

Gift ideas

House and kid spending (we don’t do the cash envelope system anymore, so this keeps me generally aware if I am staying in our budgeted amounts)

Birthday planning 

The bullet journal means I am not searching for which legal pad or envelope I wrote that list on a week ago.  It’s all in one place, and I like that.

i love how easy entertainment can be at this stage


I also use it for occasional memorable quotes, such as “I hate the world when it is raining outside.” (Sometimes I do too!) or my son remarking “Your sister is kind of nicer than you because she paid for my Spider-Man coloring book.” Finally, at a soccer game a few weeks ago:

“Mommy, did you see that incest?” 

[huh]

“Assist?”

“Oh.  Yeah.”

Brain Dump

1.  Writing again because my friend Carolyn remarked that she misses my blog posts and two people “liked” her comment so THE MASSES HAVE SPOKEN.

yup. riding an elephant.

2.  I was feeling frustrated by the mess in the playroom yesterday so I decided to get rid of 30 things today.  (Remember this challenge?) I started with two board games that my kids play once every six months, yet somehow the pieces end up strewn everywhere and in every room in the house.  Goodwill.  Plus 28 more things.  

3.  Here is life with four kids: We arrive at the pool.  One of the kids announces he feels sick.  Said kid pukes in his brothers’ brand new sand bucket.  (Fills it almost to the top.  So gross.)  Brother/bucket owner is, understandably, sad.  Maybe even a little distraught.  A friend watches the baby while I take Puker and Brother up to the bathroom to  dump out the puke and get Puker some water.  Fourth child wanders the pool grounds.   

We stay for two more hours.

Mom of four does not let a little thing like puke send her packing up those kids.  Do you know how much effort it takes to get four kids to the pool?  Mucho.  Puke and rally, kiddo!

(He was fiiiiine).

maybe taken on the puke day. i don’t even remember! because: four kids.


4.  Speaking of four kids, the end is nigh!  We are almost finished diapering baby butts!  Imagine how rough those cloth diapers look, then imagine them a little bit rougher.  They are threadbare and barely hanging on, but I am nothing if not committed.  

5.  Remember my meal plan?  Sometime in March I decided I could not eat another round of those meals again.  I have been looking for a few good recipes to start over with ever since.  I have a good number of meals in place, but I welcome any easy addition you can offer.  Bonus points if it is freezable.  

he packed his own bag for grandpa and grandma’s. included: puddle jumper (shown) and 7 pairs of underwear. not included: anything else.


6.  Summertime means a loose schedule around here.  Daily chores, daily devotions, daily activity, daily rest time.  Repeat repeat.  We are off to a good start.  Schedules don’t work for everyone, but they are my good friend for the long weeks of summer.  I post it on the fridge for all to reference and enjoy.  

What works for you in the summer?  Schedules or total go with the flow all day, every day?  And- any easy recipes I should try?

All Those Precious Memories…

…Can overwhelm me.

she cray


Breaking my blog silence to tell you how I store my kids’ important stuff.  Like, the stuff I want to save for a long time and give back to them one day.  Artwork.  Letters to the Tooth Fairy.  Their favorite board book that we read 100 times a day for a while.  That kind of stuff.  

I know you need to know MY method, because Pinterest probably turns up zero ideas about “how to store kids’ stuff”.  Hahahahaha…  I crack myself up.  

If you want to know Pinterest’s ideas, feel free to click over there now.  I will be here when you return in 3 hours.  If you’re like me, you will sign on to look for kids’ storage ideas and, instead, find outdoor planter flower ideas, homemade grout cleaners, and party-perfect crockpot meatballs.  Pinterest makes me feel like I have the attention span of a squirrel.

i have hundreds of these on my phone


So.  My idea.  

Pick a finite space- a box or bin- and use it well.  Just one allocated space for the special stuff.  

I have four bins that sit on the top shelf of the kids’ closets.  One for every kid.  They are not clear, because I don’t necessarily want my kids to see everything in there and ask me to pull it down every few weeks.  The point is to tuck certain things away for a long time.  

When my Mom passed away, my Dad spent some time going through our house and collecting things for us kids to sort through.  Among the things I received was a box of my old stuff.  One box- letters to my mom on Mother’s Day, preschool art projects, my handprint from elementary school, report cards, etc.  That was pretty emotionally filling to go through.  I enjoyed it, though it was hard to know what to do with a lot of it.  Keep it?  Display it? Trash it?  Yes, yes, and yes.

shenandoah caverns. kind of an odd place.


I don’t think I would have enjoyed much more than that.  One box is special and worth savoring.  Several boxes feels like an emotionally exhausting chore.  (To me.  I don’t think everyone feels like I do).    

Here are some things in my kids’ bins: a letter to the Tooth Fairy, a teeny tiny pair of pj’s that both of my girls wore, the books that each child really attached to, a special shirt, a Lightning McQueen matchbox car, a lovey that was once vitally important every evening at 7:00, their first artwork attempts, first letter-writing attempts, and so on.  I keep a jar in the kitchen to write down and store funny things that my kids say, and periodically I will put their quotes in their bins.    

it has long been a dream of his to be the one to use the library book slot. dreams come true.


So those are some ideas.  

I often feel overwhelmed by the volume of stuff and the memories attached to that stuff.  I want to remember and savor and all of that.  This method works for me.  If it doesn’t float your boat, feel free to try Pinterest for 7 million other methods, plus party-perfect crockpot meatballs.  That place is a real one-stop shop.  It’s like the Wal-Mart of the internet.  

deer in the headlights meets party animal.


Happy Friday!