And that, folks, is why I had to clear out the homework files. Of course, not all of that was homework. There were pictures old and new, a check register, t-shirt iron-on sheets, a family tree poster, books Nico “didn’t know where they go” (hint: somewhere on the wall of bookcases, little buddy), and several magazines I was never going to read.
Although I like my homework filing system, I knew I needed another system for purgatory paperwork–the schoolwork you have to pray-or-pay out of limbo. The instructions for Mikey’s saint report due at the end of the month needs to be easily accessed since he works on it weekly; The Scholastic Book Club order forms that come in like weekly supermarket ads; The field trip permission slip that needs a check; the login information for the class websites and grading sites and everything else because I’m sure next year each class will have their own Twitter account. #youknowitscoming
I decided to organize with whatever I had and, granted, I assumed I had stacking trays so it wasn’t like I vowed to fashion something out of an abandoned pallet and dip it in chalk paint. This wasn’t a Blogger’s Quest, in other words.
Alas, no stacking trays. I did find some black magazine files in the garage, and by the looks of them they had to be from the Mister’s bachelor days. (They are black and plastic and have an open grid pattern so the testosterone can leak out onto the desk and conquer things.)
I laid them on their sides in submissive fetal positions so they can cradle, from top to bottom, (1) pending homework or school paperwork, (2) personal paperwork, (3) magazines I swear I’m going to look at this time. (Probably not going to look at them this time.)
The family tree poster is staying where it is because that’s the safest place for it until I figure out how/where it’s going–it’s a weird size, naturally, so I can’t find a frame that fits. #bloggerproblems