Holy Mama asked if anyone else is a list maker. My hand went up immadiately.
Do I have lists.
Grocery list for today, for this week, for stocking up, and for “when I feel especially rich.” Which hasn’t happened yet, but might someday, if we ever win the lottery.
A list of what I need to cook with for Thanksgiving, a list of things I am going to cook, a list of stuff I will make if I have time/feel like it.
A list of menus for Wed. through Sunday, showing what Jeana is making, what Jamie is making, what Wick is making, and what I am making. With an attached list of explanatory notes.
A list of stuff I have been meaning to take to Jeana, Jamie, the grandkids.
And a list of what needs to be loaded into the car now, tomorrow, and on the day. And a list of bedding to take. This is beginning to overwhelm me; I had no idea I had so many lists.
The great advantage of making lists is that at least I will know what I was supposed to do, what I was too tired to do, and what I forgot to do.
But making lists makes me feel as if I have already accomplished something, even though all I have actually done is make lists.