I am a planner — I have to be. Part of it is my anxious nature: I want to know what, when, how much, and where. Part of it is simply the fact that much of my time is not my own.
I meal plan. I schedule. I put everything in my phone: to-do lists, shopping lists, soccer games, school activities, date nights. Everything goes in there, with a reminder, at that.
I have summer planned nearly through the end of July. It’s not set in stone, to be sure, and a good thing too, as I already had to change my plans for this weekend.
Instead of enjoying a day of soccer (Saturday) and a lunch and shopping trip with my SIL (Sunday), I have been moving furniture and cleaning. We are getting new bedroom furniture — I thought we could get it last week, but that didn’t work out.
Unfortunately, we didn’t plan adequately. We don’t have any where to put our *old* bedroom furniture, so things upstairs are cattywampus. Michael’s room has gained a dresser and a roll-top desk; the girls have another dresser. I was hoping we would be able to wash walls and start painting last night, but I finished washing the wall about five minutes before I sat down to write this post.
I get a little burned out on all this planning. It keeps me from being overly anxious, sure. But when things to need to change, sometimes I feel like I don’t want to do *anything*. I get decision fatigue; I don’t want to plan anything else. And forget “planning” on the fly. If I can’t sit down and make a to-do list, I get totally overwhelmed.
It’s not pretty.
I also have a problem with minutiae. I want to plan every last detail — what and where we are eating, or feeding the children; what time we’re supposed to do what. My poor family.
Anyhoo, I have about another five things on my to-do list before the furniture arrives, so I’m going to go cross them off. And then piles of stuff to sort through. Part of this process has created piles of stuff to go through, most of which probably has to be tossed. Dan did go through his closet last night and got rid of at least 20 shirts, which is amazing progress. Now to convince him to part with some pants (and not in the fun way).
Are you a planner? What happens when plans need to change?
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ETA: This apparently goes for my plan to blog daily this summer. It’s 9:42 p.m., I have yet to clean the kitchen, and I do not have a good post in me. I don’t even have a bad post in me. Thanks for playing along, I do wish others the best of luck!