To Do's

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The list seems never-ending.  The To-Do's.  I woke up this morning and, despite being a Saturday, I just could not sleep in.  My eyes bolted open and I instantaneously started playing the days events in my mind, and what needed to be done before then.  Do you do that too?

I think it is a woman thing.  I hope I am not alone.  It's a crazy person inside me that just can't not  think right when I awake.  To-Do's today include getting a birthday present for tomorrow's birthday party and subsequently wrap said gift.  Clean house, thoroughly, for the family house guests we have coming this evening.  I have to get cat food (but only from Petsmart, because I can't chintz out on my cats' health). So if I am driving all that way to Petsmart, what can I do while I am in that area??

And so I play not only what needs to be done, but... in what order.  Consecutivity, which is likely not a word, matters to me.

I have to buy Lloyd's Halloween costume because the one we ordered didn't fit.  Sending it back was on last week's To'Do's and can now be listed on the "Has Done" and "Follow-Up" list.  For another day I will add as a "To-Do" to seek correspondence and verification that the costume return was received and credit granted.   Ay Me...

And so further on the list today is to buy face wash.  On Lloyd's list is to return the wrong sized sprinkler heads and fix the 2 sprinklers that I ran over last week.  That fell on the "Oh shoot" list.  Water.  Everywhere.  Geyser-style. 

I can blame the sprinkler mishap on too many "To-Do's" that day.  I was tired, and the bright lights inside my house called to me on that day and so, hastily, I skirted into the drive-way and felt the thump, er', make that 2 thumps under my tire.  So, on Lloyd's "To-Do" is to fix what I done did.

But men don't have a To-Do unless you give them a discrete To-Do list.  And so, part of my To-Do each day is to create a list of his To-Do's in addition to my own To-Do's.  Some men call this being bossy or naggy, I just call it being organized.  Notice, though, his To-Do list is significantly shorter than mine.  I am not sure how it always seems to work out that way.... my list needs to go on a diet.

There is also the month's and years in advance To-Do's.  You know, those semi-annual things and quarterly things.  If they don't get done, well, I suppose the universe would fall apart.  Like last night we put gypsum on our soil, and so I therefore made a mental To-Do list so that in 6 months it would be "Ta-Done!".  This month, based on a previous mental "To-Do" is to buy new air filters.  But I want scented ones, so To-Do is search for where I can get those, and I need to sort which soup kitchen we are working in this holiday season and....  Are you exhausted yet??

If I didn't have all these To-Do's my husband would have been deported by now.  As it turns out, INS doesn't take kindly to delays in getting paperwork done, and interviews over with.  So when the hubby thinks I am a little bit bossy, he might make note to add some wife pampering into his daily "To-Do" list.  I'm just sayin'...

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