How the Target Dollar Spot Saved my Sanity

I don’t remember if I was this scatter-brained or not the first time I was pregnant, but lately? I can’t remember squat. And it’s bad. Like, I’m an adult. An adult. I can’t be this flakey. I’m not even in my early twenties any more.

I’m in my late twenties. {Ooooh such a big difference…} But seriously, it feels like I’m walking around in a fog of knowing I’m constantly forgetting about 12 or more things. Or- now that another baby is using up all my brain cells- it’s like the tenth of the cells left in my brain couldn’t keep up with the maintenance of a suburban, 2500-square-foot brain, so they moved into a 250-square-foot tiny house. {But not for the reasons of “redefining what successful is” or because it, “sets us apart from everybody else” like the hipster couples on that new HGTV show. Maybe pregnancy has made me extra snarky, but does anyone else roll their eyes when they say stuff like that? I mean, they are moving into a tiny house, but it’s still nicer than what the other 99% of the world lives in…and often still bigger. I’ll stop there before I digress further into opinions only I care about.}

Anyway. As a result of my tiny-house brain and the lone two or three brain cells left to man it, I found myself in desperate need of a solution to keeping track of my responsibilities, dreams, passions, and generally remembering what’s happening today.

I needed categories of everything. And I needed to see them. On a wall. Probably the wall by my desk- yes, that would do nicely. Maybe on little dry erase boards? Cute ones, if possible?

Enter the Target Dollar Spot.

I’ve spoken many times of the virtues of Target, the Dollar Spot being on it’s own separate level of awesome. So, with my supportive husband {who is a fan of any grip on sanity I can maintain} and toddler waiting generously in the car, I entered the home of the glorious red bullseye.

And here, I present the fruits of my 15-minute perusal {really, I need a more aggressive term. It was like an archeological dig but really fast. Speed-dig? Someone out there with more brain cells than me could come up with something better.}

clean slate 2

There it was… all fresh and clean and ready for me to dump contents of my life upon it.

Clean Slate

The calendar was, admittedly, not from the Dollar Spot. But people, it was $10! {I know, it’s April and I’m just now getting a 2016 calendar. Don’t judge me.}

And here it is after it’s first glorious week of my brain-dumping upon it:

brain dump corner

Let’s back it up so you can see the whole picture.

partial view corner

And now, for a close-up.

brain dump

I finally found a cute place for that cute sign my awesome husband surprised me with months ago! And I added flowers for obvious reasons.

create

chair side view

I can hear Julie Andrews now… “In my own little corner, in my own little chair, I can be whatever I want to be!”

Okay, let’s back it up one more time, so you can appreciate the full splendor of this brain-dump area. {I wish I had a more aesthetically pleasing term for it… It’s not really a Command Center like you see on Pinterest. It’s kind of like my planner. Except it’s a wall. Wall-Planner? I’ll take suggestions.}

the whole corner

I’m sure I’m not the first person to do something like this. But it was so immensely gratifying to come up with it, find perfect mini-dry erase boards, that super cute calendar, and see it actually work for my poor, under-staffed brain.

It’s not perfectly coordinated or magazine-worthy. But it’s pretty and it works. 

I’m so thankful for you, Target Dollar Spot. Don’t ever change. {Except do, because I love when you have new stuff.} And I’m thankful for my husband, who loves me enough to let me put girly stuff like this on the wall in my office/our bedroom.

One thought on “How the Target Dollar Spot Saved my Sanity

  1. This is AWESOME! I love it! I’m ready to run over and get some for myself. Because brain cell desertion does not stop once the baby comes out. It continues on or gets worse. Because now you have, you know, TWO of them and they outnumber you and you are waking up five times a night to nurse and so yeah….I am right there with you and this is making me happy. I’ve been thinking I need a giant bulletin board to hang up on my wall space to put my brain on. And now excuse me while I go check out Target! lol =)

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