I am a planner. I like to have a set schedule of what to do when. I like checking things off my carefully thought out to-do list. Each item is a sense of accomplishment for me. Written, visual record of what I plan to do, and what I have accomplished.
I set goals.
I scribe my dreams.
Autism and Lupus laugh.
Each Sunday after the kids are in bed I pull out my MomAgenda, glance at what appointments I have for the coming week and begin planning.
My plan for Monday? I will clean the downstairs bathrooms, vacuum 2 of the upstairs bedrooms, write one blog post, email two potentinal new contacts, bake zucchini bread and water the patio plants.
Reasonable. Attainable. Doable. I am woman, hear me roar.
Reality of Monday? One melting down, needy, vomiting child. That is it.
Sigh. Clean bathrooms are overrated anyway.