“I love it when a plan comes together!”
I’m a planner. I think maybe in another life I might enjoy being an event planner. I love to have an event in front of me and break it down into a sequence of tasks to complete. Right now I have about ten lists going before we leave next week:
- A list of things to do before we leave
A final checklist of preparations to be made for the sitter (where to place the carseats, what’s for lunch, different money envelopes, etc….)
Separate lists for the sitter, my sister, and Chris’ parents (all those involved in childcare)
A mental list of everything to pack for the girls
A written list of items to pack for me
A grocery list
A strategic order for cleaning the house to create the best chances for it to still be clean by midweek
Tuesday I cleaned up after our mutant goldfish (seriously, one is six inches long at least), so they would be looking spiffy and fresh for our houseguests. Yesterday I made extra keys and carried them to an undisclosed location (in case anyone has a mishap while we’re away) and tonight I cooked (and froze) lunch for the sitter and the girls for next week. I’m keeping all clothes washed and have instated the don’t-wear-anything-you-plan-to-pack rule at this point, and we’re still about a week out.
What’s interesting to me is that this is not my normal MO; I am generally not supermotivated and efficient at the same time. But give me a trip or a party to plan, and my challenge becomes to avoid stress at the last minute by executing a well-designed plan over a matter of days or weeks. Wish that transferred into other areas of my life as well. Too bad planning a trip to the grocery store doesn’t elicit the same level of brain power.
Can you think of anything I may be forgettin’ in my master plan?
Not sure what’s up with the A-Team quotes I got goin’.
Anybody know how long goldfish live? We’re 13 months and counting…