This may be a surprise to some people who know me IRL (that means In Real Life…for those that aren’t as *hip as I am.) but I am a Type A person.
I love lists. I love to check things off. I love to plan…short term, long term, everything in between. I believe Saturdays were given to us as a day to get projects done…and those days should start at 8:30 a.m.
You can feel sorry for my husband. He’s not type A. He believes Saturdays don’t begin until 9. And then only after a donut run.
I love planners and often spend quite a bit of money and time on them.
In fact, just typing all this out has made me very happy. And itching to spend more time on my planner.
Then. I. Had. Kids.
And ain’t nothing gone according to plan since.
According to my list:
- do school
- 4 loads of laundry
- change the sheets
- an hour of read aloud time.
- start school
- break up two fights
- have a heart to heart with the middle school child
- share the gospel with the preschoolers (discipline)
- why isn’t the computer working?
- ok, no math today
- lunch…yes, leftovers again…stop whining it was good the first time…yes it was
- naptime, Thank you, Lord, for naptime.
- diaper explosion
- change sheets and give a bath
- help the high schooler, middle schooler and upper elementary with their school that didn’t get done this morning.
- make another cup of coffee
- everyone’s up, lets do read aloud
- more sharing of the gospel (see above)
- forget it, y’all go watch a movie. Something educational?
- fine, Monsters, Inc. Again.
- fix dinner
Hey, one bed got clean sheets. Not mine. My husband once asked how long I was going to go before I changed our sheets. I started crying and mumbling something about lists and kids. He doesn’t ask anymore.
The Lord has been so good to me. I’ve learned to become much more laid back than my original nature. So what if the sheets aren’t changed every Friday? Are they at least changed…ever?
I’ve learned to let Plan A roll into Plan B…C, D…forget the Plan.
I’ve even ditched the whole list and taken the kids for a matinee. Or a movie we all like. (Sorry, Alice, we’re all sick of Monsters, Inc.) I’ve even scrapped school for a day of making a meal and taking it to a new mom or a sick friend.
I still love my lists. And man, I love getting things done. But, I’ve learned to write them in pencil, making them up as I go.
*I’m not that hip…I googled it.