Confessions Of A Champion List Maker: Guest Marybeth Whalen

Today we’re proud to welcome wife, mom, novelist and a lot of other things, Marybeth Whalen!

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As a novelist and mother of six, I often hear the question, “How do you do it?” I can honestly say that– most days– I don’t have a good answer for that. Every day is different and every day is a crapshoot as to what I’m able to get done. Some days I have to focus more on my family and some days I have to focus more on my writing. And somewhere in all of it, a balance is struck.

One way I keep track of all I have to do is by keeping meticulous lists. I have learned that if I don’t write it down, it’s probably not going to happen. While I was always a pretty conscientious student and kept track of my homework and the like, I never kept lists like I have learned to with a family. I thought today I’d share with you the lists that have helped my life go just a little easier.

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The menu list: This is a cheapie write on/wipe off board that hangs on the side of my fridge. About once every week to ten days, I sit down in my kitchen (near the fridge and pantry so I can check ingredients and in close proximity to my shelf of favorite cookbooks) and make out my menu for anywhere from 5 to 7 meals. I write down what ingredients I will need for each meal and– ideally– go shopping shortly afterwards while everything is fresh in my mind. It’s a wonderful feeling to start a Monday with a stocked pantry/fridge and a list of what we’re eating for the whole week, knowing there will be no frantic “It’s 5:00 do you know what your family is eating?” moments. It’s well worth the 1-2 hours this takes me to do. Planning menus also saves money. I’ve learned to write in a few “GYO” (Get Your Own) and “Planned Overs” nights to use up the leftovers and stretch my week of meals even longer. Whoot! (It’s the little things in life, right?)

The grocery list: This is a magnetic pad that hangs right next to the menu board on my fridge. If I use up something, it goes on the list. When I’m planning meals, needed ingredients go on the list. If the kids need school supplies, they go on the list too (because I can usually pick up most items at the grocery store). I’ve also worked hard to train all of my children to add anything they use onto the list as well and to include special items they might need for school projects or any cooking they want to do. Brownie mix anyone? This habit is something that they actually do because it benefits them. If they want kosher dill pickles for their sandwiches or eggs so they can bake those brownies, they know that if it’s not on the list, it won’t happen.

The project list: This is a spiral bound 5X7 notebook that contains my life. I used to only keep a daily to-do list (more on that in a minute) but I found that when I had bigger things that needed to be addressed in the future, I had nowhere to record those. So I started jotting things down in a project notebook… and more things started getting done. I hardly ever forgot things and found that this pretty rudimentary piece of equipment was actually invaluable. Now this notebook holds notes about things the kids need for school (field trip money due next week– exact change required!), deadlines for my writing (apply to that literary festival– due date is this Friday!), and reminders to take care of issues with She Reads, my women’s fiction website (follow up on those guest post requests!). If something is a ways away from needing to be done, I simply turn a few pages ahead, knowing that future me will be glad for the reminder. And present me is just glad to not have to deal with it now.

The daily list: This list holds what I consider my assignments for the day. I treat this list as if my boss wrote it and expects it to all get done by the time I go to bed. Though I don’t really have a boss per se, I do have people who expect things from me. Because I want to be someone who does what she says, that list is key. It helps me stay accountable to the promises I have made– to my family, my friends, and the people I do business with. If it makes it onto the daily list, it’s likely going to get done. Through trial and error, I’ve learned how long the list can realistically be without being overly ambitious and overwhelming myself in the process. And so I know if there are much more than a certain number of lines filled I’m just being ridiculous– it’s time to start a page for tomorrow.

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: And then there are the lists for all the other stuff of life. The list of books I want to read. The list of songs I need to put on my iPod. The list of gift ideas for my kids. The list of titles for books, character names, and story ideas. For those I keep small pads of paper in my car, my nightstand drawer, etc. I’ve learned that paper should always be close at hand.

A long time ago, a wise woman taught me “Think once and write it down.” That concept has freed me in many ways. Once I write it down, it creates more space for the many other things fighting for space! Brain space is at a premium for me, and I suspect I’m not alone. If you need to create more brain space, then maybe you’d like to become a champion list maker too!
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Marybeth Whalen has been married for 21 years to Curt and they are the parents of six children ranging in age from 20 to 7. She writes novels in her “spare” time and runs a site called She Reads http://www.shereads.org. She also maintains a personal blog at http://www.marybethwhalen.com. You can find her on Facebook, Pinterest and Twitter too!

Out With the Old

I spent the New Year’s Day with some friends. While our kids played and our husbands watched football, we talked about what we were up to. Two of my friends were in the midst of major purges. They were cleaning out closets, toy rooms, garages, even tackling that towering stack of kids’ artwork. Then I texted another friend who told me she was spending New Year’s Day purging her house, and I started to wonder if we all don’t use the new year as an excuse to throw out the old and start fresh.

I get rid of stuff all year long. I’m not very sentimental, so I generally don’t have much to purge at any given time. But I do like to keep organized. Recently I decided I needed a better storage system for Baby Galen’s “artwork” and a better way to organize all my jewelry. There have been too many times recently when I was going through my jewelry box (boxes and pouches and zip lock baggies) and came across a bracelet or necklace I forgot I had.

So these are my solutions for the artwork and the jewelry.

I got this portfolio at Learning Express. It wasn’t cheap (about $20), but I liked that it was over-sized because a lot of the artwork Baby G brings home is on bigger sheets of paper. I thought I would file it by year, putting labeled dividers between each year.

Keepsake Portfolio

I got this at The Container Store. It might not be large enough to hold all my jewelry, but maybe that will force me to get rid of some of it. And maybe other pieces will be worn more often.

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I got this too because I forget what scarves I have all the time too. I have some really pretty ones and only wear them like once a year.

Scarf Organizer

Are you purging for the new year? Do you have any favorite organization tools?


Shana Galen, Multitasker Mama
I’m Shana Galen, AKA Multitasker Mama (and aren’t we all?). I’m a wife, mom to a two-year-old daughter I call Baby Galen. My parenting motto is, “Keep moving. Don’t pass out. Don’t throw up.” Or maybe that’s my fitness motto? www.shanagalen.com

I Don’t Know How You Do It

Okay, Moms, how many times have you heard this? Even moms who I say it to, say it back to me. My standard answer is that I don’t sleep a lot. And neither do other moms I know. Or, they give up something else—exercise, time with their husband, time to read or do something else they love. The bottom line is we all do what we have to because we have to.

I’m no time management expert, but I have given workshops on how becoming a mom taught me to manage my time. Here are a few tips that might help you. And please give me some of yours, too!

1. Get up before everyone else in the household and get a head start.
I know from personal experience that the days I am up early go more smoothly than the days I “sleep in.” I can get a lot done when I don’t have a short person calling for me every three seconds or hanging on my leg. I’ve recently been reading a book titled What the Most Successful People Do Before Breakfast by Laura Vanderkam. She makes a great case for the productivity and accomplishments of the early-risers. I suppose if you’re absolutely against mornings, you could do as much of the morning stuff as possible the night before.

2. Make naptime productive.
If you are lucky enough to have a child young enough to nap, or even one who is willing to retreat to his or her room for quiet time for an hour, take advantage of this time! I know I am tempted to use my daughter’s naps as downtime for me too, but that’s a mistake. Again, I can get a lot done more done without interruption, and I can surf the Internet or watch TV or fold clothes later and with a child talking my ear off.

3. Make a list.
If you don’t know what you need to accomplish each day, you’re not going to accomplish it. I have a list of what I need to do each day—how many pages I must write, household chores, phone calls to make, etc. My daughter’s activities are on the list too, so I don’t get caught up with laundry and forget music class (not that she would let me!). As a mom, it’s sometimes hard to feel as though you’ve accomplished something at the end of the day. It’s a lot easier if you’re working a traditional job where you make a deal or sell something or cure a disease. But most of the moms I know feel better when they have goals each day and are able to accomplish those goals.

Now it’s your turn. What are your tips?

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Shana Galen, Multitasker Mama
I’m Shana Galen, AKA Multitasker Mama (and aren’t we all?). I’m a wife, mom to a two-year-old daughter I call Baby Galen. My parenting motto is, “Keep moving. Don’t pass out. Don’t throw up.” Or maybe that’s my fitness motto? www.shanagalen.com

Zen and the Art of…Having No Zen

People ask me, a lot, in interviews for blogs: What does a typical day look like at the Yates house?

I never know how to answer this. Mainly because at this point I’m completely unfamiliar with the concept of typical, or routine. Even with my special needs kids, the need for a routine just doesn’t seem to be there…or be…possible.

I should have gotten the hint that this was how my life as a parent was going to be when I only had one child, and I was dressing him to go on an outing and he peed through his diaper and onto his fresh, adorable outfit, creating the need for me to change his clothes. Which I did. And then he immediately did the same thing to his backup outfit. So I changed him again. And he did it AGAIN.

Yes, this early warning sign should have been heeded, should have been seen as a dark vision of things to come. It was not.

Fast forwarding six years and that kind of incident is really…typical. Let me walk you through the morning ‘routine’ (haha).

Diva gets up, and her first words to me might me: CUP!! SHOW!! GO GEEGO GO!! (That’s Go, Diego, Go.)

Me: All right, okay. *sets down coffee and hops to attention*

Dive: CUP!! A CUP!!

Me: I know. Just a second. Where is your cup?

I might search for ten minutes and find it behind the couch, where she threw it the night before during a pre-bed fit. Okay, I’ll make her some milk (CHOCATE MIWK!!) okay, chocolate milk, and then I’ll get the show.

Drama awakens: Morning.

Me: Morning.

Drama: What’s the capital of Minnesota

Me: I don’t know what is it.

Drama: *looks at me like I’m stupid* St. Paul.

Me: Good job.

Drama: I need milk

*makes more drinks. Then cereal.*

Danger gets up. Right now he’s saying: WANT THIS all the time because he knows he’ll get his way as a reward for using speech so from the moment he gets up, everything from the sugar to the jars of jelly to the honey bear (all things he knows he isn’t supposed to have) are WANT THIS. By now, Diva is done with her milk and wants more, but Danger also WANTS THIS and they’ll probably both shout CUP and WANT THIS at me until I get it done.

Then comes the mad search for clothes. No, I didn’t set them out the night before. SOCKS!! WHERE ARE THE SOCKS?? How is it we have three socks and none of them are the same color!? (somewhere in here I drink more coffee)

While I’m hunting for clothes, Danger will manage to get into something. Last week it was Nestle’s Quick. Over the course of the day I had to shower him off three times after he carried the tub of powdered chocolate off and basically PAINTED his body with it. Then I’ll clean up Danger’s mess.

Then I’ll look at the clock and realize it’s time to go. So I load all three kids up into the kick butt mini-van, realize Danger still has chocolate on his face and scrub it off with a cold baby wipe that sat in the car over night (He will fuss at me BUT HE SHOULDN’T HAVE GOTTEN INTO THE CHOCOLATE), get the movie turned on (my van DVD player has saved my sanity on more than one occasion) and start the twenty minute drive to the school.

Halfway there it will occur to me that I forgot Drama’s backpack.

So there, that’s an idea of what a typical day is. Nowhere in there do I see perfection. It’s not organized. I am not June Cleaver. 

I used to look at the Facebooks of friends I grew up with. At how they got up at six and baked bread and then sat all their sweet, clean-faced children down and they ate a hot breakfast all together. And I would wonder why that wasn’t me. And I would feel bad. But then, also through Facebook, I would watch people grow horribly discouraged about their day, about their parenting in general, because a child got jelly on his new shirt and the whole day was thrown off. Or because they hadn’t managed to keep the house spotless. The day wasn’t perfect.

And then it hit me that life can be so much more enjoyable if the idea of perfect is adjusted just a little bit. Perfect is time spent with my family. My husband, my kids. It’s any day where we avoid a (serious, life-threatening, fire-involving) disaster. It’s when my kids are allowed to be kids. Joyful, messy, annoying, dirty kids.

It’s finding zen in the middle of the chaos. Joy in the imperfection. Because it’s the life I have, and it won’t always be the same. The kids will grow up and I won’t have jelly hand prints on my wall. I won’t have someone chattering in the background (constantly) asking me what state borders Idaho. And I don’t want to look back on this and realize I wished it all away. That I was waiting to arrive at a point of Perfect, and Organized and Clean and Quiet before I could start enjoying it.

I want to enjoy it now. It’s chaos…but it’s my chaos. And it’s the chaos I’ve got. The life I’ve got. My prayer is that I learn to embrace, fully and completely, the joy of the life I’ve been given, and not spend all my time wishing I was doing different or ‘better’.

Though, I bet my husband wishes I would vacuum in heels and pearls. Or maybe he’d just settle for me vacuuming….

Baskets, bins and buckets, oh my!

Once upon a time I was a color-coding, label-making organization freak. Truly. Emily knew me then, she can attest to my somewhat obnoxious behavior. And then I got married and well all that free time I had to categorize and structure my life was taken up with, well, actually living it. (coincidentally yesterday was my 7th anniversary, love you, Babe!) (and also that’s not to imply that single people don’t have lives, I simply didn’t have one :-) ) I still organized and planned, but not to such lengths as I had done before. Case in point, I used to plan and pack for the RWA National conference weeks in advance. After marriage, I was lucky if I got everything in the suitcase two days before the flight.

Frankly taking my attention away from my structured and organized self left me with chaos. My house suffered as did some of my scheduling skills. Things got even worse last year when we became parents. I’m sure many of you can relate.

But I’ve always been an organizer at heart, it’s just who I am. I mean I’m a card-carrying label-maker owner. Okay there isn’t really a card, but I could make one, with my label-maker and laminate it with my laminating machine. And I’ve been known to accost unsuspecting shoppers at Target and insist they need one too. I also have always been a bit of a container addict, I love them, especially baskets. We have baskets in literally every room of our house. But with kids (especially

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babies/toddlers) they come with an enormous amount of stuff and in those early days after the girls arrived, in those exhaustion addled, emotionally drained days my house deteriorated in front of my eyes. The living room was the worst, there was stuff EVERYWHERE. I wish I had pictures. No, no I don’t. It was a mess a horrifying mess to me (the visual) and it was making the stress of new parenthood all the more visceral. So I did what any would-be organized mama would do, I bought more containers.

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And so out of the clutter I’ve been climbing, one basket at a time. Having kids adds a whole new dimension to mess and clutter. They bring with them so many things, toys, diapers, wipes, etc. and everything is so damn tiny it seems nearly impossible to corral it all. But with baskets or buckets or bins, whatever the container, it makes it so much easier. And the nice thing is when you have somewhere to put things, the kids can easily learn to clean up after themselves.

Now at any given moment you could walk into my house and find a mess, after all, we have a family of 4 here. But for the most part we pick up a toy before we move on to another and things get put away before nap and bedtime. And we’re still adjusting, kids at this age change so rapidly, you have to be a smidge flexible. So how about y’all? How do you corral all your kids stuff?


I’m Robyn DeHart, AKA Basket-Case Mama, but not because I’m crazy (though really, what mom isn’t?) but because I have a slight obsession with baskets, well containers really. I’m a bit of an organization nut and I love to containerize stuff. And yes, I’m authorized to use words like that because I am also a writer. But back to the kids, so I’m mom to two ridiculously beautiful little girls and I can say that without bragging because I didn’t actually make them. Last year my husband, The Professor, and I adopted said little lovelies from the foster-care system here in Texas and now we’re a big happy forever family. Busybee is three and so full of joy it just oozes from her. Babybee is a walking-talking toddler who has a heck of a temper but is so cute, it almost keeps her out of trouble. Though neither of my girls are newborns, I’m fairly new to motherhood compared to the other peanut butter moms, but we’ve settled in as a family as if we’ve always been together. When I’m not trying to keep up with my two bundles of energy, you can usually find me on my laptop on Pinterest, no, that’s not right, um…you can find me writing, yes, that’s it, writing my latest historical romance. www.robyndehart.com