The Hub: A family command centre

Had an epiphany the other day. Probably caffeine fueled. Little bit from exhaustive corpse function.

Momma lost her proverbial shit with herself and things have to change.

Managing a household under the umbrella of the Cosmic Everything Else has been…well, challenging is too light a word.

“Are you sure that taking college courses isn’t too much for you?” implored my mother.

“Hands down, a resounding ‘YUP’,” I responded.

But, it’s something for “Me.” and I’ve yet to find a real balance with the self care I endeavoured to ascertain throughout all of last year. I was really proud of that…finding the things that made me happy, offered reprieve or a little bit of escapism in order to regroup and refresh.

So, what’s an on-your-own mom of four kids residing in the house to do?!

Change the goddamn wording.

See, “of” is the problem. The problem with thinking you’re the umbrella to the functionality of an entire household, solo, when your kids aren’t infants or toddlers is…misleading. It implies that you’re the entire center of micro-managing the Universe, and not in any good way.

“WITH.”

I’m a solo parent with four kids.

Now I’ve just changed the perspective to include the understanding that these kids, 16, 10, 9 and 9 (twins, yes) can manipulate complex, military-style attacks in Star Wars Battlefront…and so they sure as shit can “Do.” things to take them off my plate. Not “help”…I don’t resonate well with that. Do. Git’er’done. Because, life.

Disclaimer: I’m not stupid. I’ve been a parent for just over 20 years. The kids have been “Do.”ing things around the house. They help with dinner. They, for the most part, do their own laundry. Yes, at nine years old. Sometimes I’ll help hang/fold because gods forbid a piece of cloth touch one’s skin for a millisecond, rendering it dirty = mountainous volume. They tidy their rooms to sub-standards like all kids do. They’ll do things when asked.

The point is to have to ask a whole lot LESS.

I’ve not had much success with things like “chore charts” and the like in the past. Just doesn’t happen. In the throes of managing the Cosmic Everything, reminders get lost in the wind and the consequence of non-performance simply isn’t a consideration to an already overtaxed brain dealing with schools and programs and workers, OH, MY!

I had to start over. From the beginning. Foundations!

So? I turned my wall into a family command center.

Yup. I’d spent two hours (that’s it?) on Pinterest for ideas on how to best gather information and resources for these four spawnlings to easily access in their own piece of the Cosmic Everything.

Blackboard paint, yo.

Because, if it’s fun…it’s more likely to succeed.

The perfect Hub wall for a family command centre

The perfect Hub wall for a family command centre

 

 

I have the perfect wall for it, too. Right by the kitchen, right on one’s way out down the front hall…I DARE you to miss it!!

*eyes narrow suspiciously*

 

I used a level to tape it out, yo!

I used a level to tape it out, yo!

 

Hauled my I’ve-earned-this-ass down into the furnace room for all things “tool-y”…I like tools. Read from that what you wish.

Just sayin’.

*shifty eyes*

 

A trip to the Dollar Store to procure Quest Items

A trip to the Dollar Store to procure Quest Items

For less than $100…I procured the necessary items in order to create a dynamic space for all to see…and “Do.”

Between the Dollar Store and Walmart (the dry erase calendar board and blackboard paint) I acquired the bits and the bobs…but why the lanyards?

 

No more, "I can't find it"...

No more, “I can’t find it”…

Oh, no. No, you won’t tell me you can’t find it, thus, you did not clean it.  *evil stabby glare*

I pre-packed up some Dollar Store crates with all the cleaning goodies necessary for all things Bathroom.

Sits on each bathroom’s floor. My OCD can chill.

 

Because the best instruction is easy instruction

Because the best instruction is easy instruction

 

Remember those lanyards? Check it out.

Printed out the how-to-clean-so-Mom-doesn’t-lose-her-shit instructions for the room/area of focus.

That’s right…a younger spawnling can throw that sucker on and have an instant how-to.

 

But, how did I actually organize The Hub?

The Hub...the Family Command Center of Epically Cosmic Awesomeness

The Hub…the Family Command Center of Epically Cosmic Awesomeness

 

 

Yup. I did that. Go, Go SpazzyHands! and all… \m/

See that menu chalkboard sticker? Oh, yes. Yes, because having four spawnlings each ask “What’s for dinner?” at four different times within the first 40 minutes of being home from school is bringing me close to running headfirst into a wall.

But, not this wall. This wall is epic. And, it would smudge the chalk. And, I haven’t planned for who would clean it.

I used a Dollar Store document frame and printed out a skeleton “Daily” “Weekly” “Monthly” table, slid it in, and can now use dry-erase markers on the glass to highlight ongoing tasks under each category. Dry-erase = fluidity to change, modify and adapt, as necessary.

Now, I *do* recognize the requirement of implementing reminders. Habits form over the course of a few weeks, by nature over a few months. Family meeting tomorrow night to discuss. Also, to fill in the spawnling/task requirements. I would have done it myself, but I find getting them to choose what and when is allowing them to direct their own efforts and, again, is more likely to succeed.

Because who want to imbue a little "Colour!" into The Hub?

Because who wouldn’t want to imbue a little “Colour!” into The Hub?

 

We’ll also be discussing why Momma’s so close to losing her shit and how we, together, nay WITH each other, can “Do.” All The Things and find a balance everyone can manage. I don’t need to be the umbrella under which I must manage and exhaust myself.

Do you have a Hub of your own? What do you think makes it so successful? Anything you’ve added/deleted? Let me know!

10 responses to “The Hub: A family command centre

  1. OMFG…. **waits till her brain can restart after being blown away**
    This… this is something you should Patten, publish and teach. There are so many who could use this at home, but …. also in a work environment. Geez Lady, this… this should be shown to the whole world. The cosmos just stopped, looked at all this and smiled, it recognizes genius, and hopefully will respond in kind…. wow and wow again!

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  3. Holy Hand Grenades! That blew my mind! I am not sure how to tense or prepositionally phrase this, work with me. I am/was a mom of one. I am/was a single mom. My daughter was/is a PITA. Once I paid her to shred a giant bag of documents, 2 years later when doing a “surprise, I love you!” makeover of her room I found said documents in the corner of her closet still unshredded. (leaf/lawn garbage bag size of documents)
    I don’t know how you do it, this looks so super uber chronically awesome and frabjous that it must work. Yes the diligence etc, but the foundation is strong my dear and you are strong. How super cool. Write a book about this one! (or post it on the CA site to share with our members??)

    • I think that is an epically phrased statement, yes! LOL And, it’s made an explosive difference already! I’ll share it on the CA page for sure! 🙂

      Some days, *I* don’t know how I do it. Maybe that’s why I take so many pictures and write…it’s so I can remember. Or, archaeologists can analyze my life and figure it out for me 😉

  4. OMG, that would have been perfect for Tranquility House! I love this!

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