Alright. I've been pretty busy lately. Besides being a wife, raising three kids under age 5, working 20 hours a week as a kindergarten teacher, beginning Kindergarten homeschool with Ellie, leading a church with my husband, and running a blog, I recently began selling Pampered Chef to supplement our income for the impending student loan payment (Ben's *almost* done with his master's program-yay!).
I have this love/hate relationship with lists. I mostly love them. I use them a lot. On my days at home (Mondays and Fridays), I've had to limit my "to-do list" to one side of a college ruled/lined sheet of paper. Yes, you read that correctly. I've had to limit it to just one sheet. No, I'm not exaggerating. It's ridiculous.
I've got most things down to a science in order to accommodate the completion of my long lists. I can go to Walmart with three kids and shop for our weekly family groceries, Pampered Chef supplies, a church dinner, and be home within 1 hour total. I'm totally that crazy lady flying down the aisles (insert apology here).
Well, yesterday (Friday), I refused to make a list. I had some things to do, and I did a couple of them, but I most definitely forgot a few things. I baked and played with the kids. I sat and drank a homemade pumpkin spice latte and ate a homemade pumpkin scone. I forgot things. We ate leftovers for lunch. I didn't plan dinner ahead (I let Ben be responsible for dinner that night). I held my baby boy. We dug in the mud in the backyard. We had fun. The house was a mess (which I quickly cleaned before Ben's arrival home from work).
What did I learn through throwing out my list? Well, the house didn't burn down. I felt refreshed. My kids had fun (I think they always have fun, I just notice it more when I'm actually having fun with them).
I just may yell Out with the To-Do List more often ;)