Aren't you lucky? You get to see how my Type A brain works. If you're a Type B personality, this is going to freak you out. If you're like me and on the anal retentive side, you will probably be able to relate to my neuroses.
Are you ready? Here goes nothing...or everything. You might never want to talk to me ever again. Or you might want to send me the number to a psychologist or counsellor who can help me.
Back in April I sat down one night and came up with everything I needed to do in relation to our renovation, getting the babies' room pulled together, our room pulled together, and everything else that was going on like birthday parties and purchasing Mother's Day cards. You'll see that I scratched some things off that I realized I just didn't need to do. Not too many though. Since I took this photo sometime last week, I've been able to put a check mark in a couple of boxes, but not nearly enough. I can check off "shower curtain rod", "shower curtain", and "order curtains (for the babies' room)." But that's it. This weekend I need to check off at least 10 things. Or maybe I just need to create a new and improved list with what I really need to accomplish.
In thinking about my list, and analyzing it, and looking at it about 10x/day, I've realized that out of all the things I REALLY need to get done before the babies' arrive, there really isn't anything that MUST be done. My friend M, who just had a little boy a few weeks ago, reminded me earlier this week that his son still doesn't have a bedroom and he doesn't know the difference. And he's right. The babies could arrive and we could survive. I mean, it would be nice to pull out all of the gender-neutral clothes out of storage and get them washed and put away in the yet-to-be-bought dresser, but apart from that, we could all survive without getting one of those boxes checked off. Survive, but I might go a little bananas if I don't get a few more boxes checked.
So with that, I'm going to sign-off and order more diapers so I can feel like I can get closer to checking the "stockpile diapers" box! And if anyone out there reading this wants to come over and help me check some boxes off, I'll gladly open my interior door, that you'll notice has been checked off.