Even my four year old knows I am crazy. Thursday, already? While most people are wishing for Friday I am wondering where the days have vanished to. We have focused on learning to address and mail a letter, with a trip the post office, we’ve gone on nature walks, we’ve made crafts and we’ve planned for the food that we’re going to serve at the Halloween party. We’ve not gotten a lot of work done, in the house or around the house. We brought 149 rocks inside and counted them. It’s been a less than productive week and here we are, out come the lists to try and maintain the veil of sanity while I’m losing my mind in all of the chaos.
The lists of the Christmas gift inventory I took last night before I hid the boxes away in the basement. The long long list of things that need to be cleaned in the house, the list of emails that I need to return and contacts that I need to contact with my new email address, the list of blog posts that are due for publish, the list of the things that we need to pick up for the Halloween party this weekend.
She has it right – when I get a little crazy, when I make that phone call to Jamie to get the overwhelming sensations off of my chest, the lists come out. The prioritized, cross-offable, visual lists that can help to organize life comes out. Despite the advice to start with the smallest thing, I made the lists.
Today, those lists were created, arranged and confident feeling. Until they were made into snowballs by the little people that understand that life is more than to do lists and being overwhelmed – and I learned an important lesson too. They’re right.
We had a sunny day snowball fight with the lists. Though it wasn’t as comforting as crossing the itemized tasks off of that list, it was pretty damn close.
That’s a win.