To List or Not to List
We are going camping this weekend, at least four of the five of us are. SW is going to Grandma’s instead. Camping isn’t his thing for a number of reasons, but that a long discussion for another time.
So on Monday I set myself a list of tasks that needed to be done. First on that list, was making other lists: lists of what to pack, lists of groceries, lists of other necessities. I’m really big on list making. Completed lists help me sleep at night. I’m sure completed tasks would too, but completed tasks aren’t in my destiny.
Now it’s Thursday, three days gone, and what I have accomplished is the creation of really great lists. Fantastic lists. These are totally comprehensive, nothing left out, stripped to the efficient minimum, picture perfect lists.
The problem is, nothing on any of the lists is really done. I know what I want to pack in the car, but none of it is gathered together. I know what I need from what stores, but I haven’t made it to most of them yet. I know what laundry needs to be washed so it can get packed, but I haven’t made it past washing the dirty diapers yet. I even know what’s on the kids’ and the husband’s lists, but I haven’t convinced any of them to get that stuff done either.
I guess I’d better quit writing and head for the lists now.
