
I had an on going nightmare as a child and teenager, it sort of evolved with each stage of my education. When I would have it, it was often times difficult to get back to sleep. In 1st grade, the dream would be that I forgot my snow pants and boots, or shoes for gym class. By third grade, it had evolved into a forgotten diorama, or art project. In middle school, I dreamed I had book reports due on books I hadn't read, or tests on subjects I had not studied. In high school, I would have 20 page research papers due and not realize it until the teacher was asking me to turn it in. In college, I would dream that I had forgotten to attend a class that I had signed up for and would have to take a final in a class that I had never attended.
These nightmares may not seem like much to you but I would wake up in the night and make lists of what I needed to have done, and double check that I had done them. I still make lists of what need to be done, sometimes I make lists of lists. It is enough to drive someone crazy (specifically Jeff).
Then before I knew it, something changed. I still have nightmares but they have morphed into a whole new generation. They began about 3 months before Nathan started preschool. And they have evolved. First I dreamed that I had forgotten to teach him the alphabet, and as his learning has approached a new level, so goes the dream. As each child has entered school , moved up a grade level the dreams change right with them. During the night I wake checking calendars to make sure I haven't forgotten a project, and in the morning I find myself asking Jeff about the weather and what the kids will need for outside free play.
In order to stay organized in the morning and ease my nightmares, we have rules. Everyone must lay clothes out the night before on school nights. Backpacks must be ready and waiting, homework completed, and they need to let me know if they need to have anything for the next day. This includes book orders, library books, cold lunch if they want it. Everything must be set out, right down to their underwear and mittens. I hate looking for things. I hate being late. And I feel horribly guilty when one of the kids misses out on something like show and tell or library day because we were not organized.
Thursday night Corinne was laying out clothes. She is as obsessive as me about having everything ready before she goes to bed. She has taken it to a new level though, because she coordinates socks, shirts, pants, underwear, not only by color and style, but by when she bought them. For example, she likes to wear her new underwear with her new pants, and old underwear with older pairs of pants. I find her organization obsessions slightly familiar. She can have a pile of clothes in the corner of her room that need to be picked up, but she focuses her energy on making one little part perfect. She is so much like her mother, it is shocking sometimes. So last Thursday she showed me what she had chosen. She always gets a second opinion. Her outfit actually surprised me because she had matched one of her newest pair of jeans with a T-shirt that she has had for over a year. These were her favorite jeans with embroidered butterflies, sparkly jewels, and hearts. And she matched it with a lime green t-shirt. It was late, and I just told her if that is what she felt comfortable wearing then it would work great. It wasn't that it looked bad or clashed or anything, she just didn't usually pair those items together and I did not want her to change her mind when she woke up.
The next morning I went in the bathroom to fix her hair and she had the clip she wanted laying there. It was green, but not the same green as her shirt. I confirmed with her that this was the clip she wanted. I did not have time to do her hair twice. She replied that she knew it did not match perfectly, but she wanted to wear green in her hair. I asked her why, and she told me that it was green day. I had completely forgotten. When the kindergartners have a color day they are supposed to wear that color and be able to spell it in front of the class. I asked her if she could spell green, and of course she could. Then she skipped off to school, unaware of the anxieties she had just eased.
She had completely gotten ready for the school day with out a reminder from me. She had gathered everything she needed to make her day feel like a success. I know I still need to watch calendars and be aware of these days approaching, but it is a new found freedom to realize your children are going to be able to help you keep track of these things, things that are only a big deal when you forget to do them.
** As a further example of our mother-daughter obsessiveness: I also think that you shold note that Corinne and I agreed that she should sit in the big GREEN chair for this picture taken after school.