Why don't I blog more? It's all my mom's fault.

Me and my pretty mama, circa 1989

What's the number one thing I tell my clients to do before launching a social media campaign or other like
project?

Create an editorial calendar.

Number two?

Develop a few "evergreen" posts for those days/weeks you are too busy or you have a nasty case of the Writer's Block.

What does Carie Sherman do 90 percent of the time?

I wing it.

And it gives me a tummy ache. So, why don't I stop?

I suspect it's because of my mother.

Yep, two days shy of Mother's Day, and I'm telling the world how it's all her fault.

See, my mom is crazy-skilled in the organizational realm. With three kids running amuck, a husband who worked from home, and a farm to manage--it was necessary.

Apparently I felt stifled by her rigid* schedules.

Which is exactly why I haven't found time to create my editorial calendar and write those posts. I'm far to busy re-washing the load of laundry I started on Sunday, digging through stored flower pots to find my rain boots, and tearing every room of my house apart looking for my dog's vaccination papers (which were conveniently located in my bedroom closet tucked in the purse I carried last summer).

Systems. Who needs 'em? Not me, I tell ya. Not me. Now, where did I put our water bill...

Happy Mother's Day to my amazing how-does-she-do-it-all Mom. If I do half as good raising my daughter as she did with me...well, we may actually lose her under a pile of toys and clothes for a few years, but I'm sure she'll emerge a confident, creative, and loving human being. Thanks, ma. 

*She had certain days that she did laundry--and she folded and put each load away within minutes of the dryer beep. She had a grocery day, where she would purchase enough food to feed us for a week, which she knew because she PLANNED A MENU. She picks up the house each night and makes her bed every morning. Every. Morning. Madness, I tell you! Pure madness.