I love to make lists. I make them everyday, for everything from what I need to accomplish to the groceries I need to buy (although I never seem to remember to take that list with me to the store!). There’s something exhilarating about crossing things off my list. It’s a feeling of accomplishment I really can’t describe. Plus, with so much going on, lists are the only insurance I have that I won't forget a big game or a faith formation class.
Now before you go thinking I'm crazy, I must tell you there is at least one person out there who "gets" my obsession with lists. Lexi is only ten, but she is well on her way to being an organized, list making mother. I just learned this week that my darling daughter makes lists of her own. Yesterday she showed me her list of things to do before school. She had written everything from “get dressed” to “comb hair” and “study spelling words”. She happily checked off each task as she completed it and had everything checked off by the time her ride to band practice arrived.
I’m so proud. But I must stop writing. You see, I need to cross a few things off of my list for today.. including "update blog", "wash whites" and “teach Lexi to make lists”.