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The word for today?
Huh. As in… “That’s not part of the?”
Show of hands, momsies: How many of you sooooo like to have a plan?
I cart around with me a very ratty, scribbled mess of a spiral notebook that I use as a planner. It’s not pretty. It doesn’t have nice pockets or cute script or even a place to store stuff. But this system has worked for me for over… well, since high school.
I like to call the spiral: Master Control.
Lord help me if I ever lose it. I might not be able to dress myself.
I love to have a plan. I have lists, ya’ll. Lists OF lists. I have maps that explain the contents of closets. I have a daily cleaning chart, AND daily breakfast chart, AND I’m pretty sure I have a chart of my charts. It is also possible that at one point and time I scheduled, um, special time with the hubster. Like, I PUT IT ON MY MASTER CONTROL.
I did use code for it, but still, it was there, in pink sharpie.
(Total tangent: Once, my sweet Red walked in on me and the hubster starting in one negotiations for special time. Now, let me be clear: we were not hitting the Rated R late night viewing category yet, not even close. At this point, we were still in pre game talks and it was all rather PG. Anyhow – Red walks in, I squeal, this confuses Red a lot because squealing is not really my thing – I don’t do it often and now, I SWEAR, someday when he really GETS what was going on in our bedroom he’s gonna think= squealing, and it’s all my fault. Hubs, of course, is totally non-plussed because he NEVER gets PLUSSED about anything, and calmly says: “Hi Red. Mommy and I were just wrestling.”
Sooooo…. then Red goes to His Kids the next night and the teacher asks: “What are some things your parents do around the house?” and Red says, “Sometimes my mommy and daddy like to wrestle.” And from there I don’t know but THAT comment sure leaves a lot of room for interpretation… But if you’re me, you interpret it the saucy way because you are immature and a bit off kilter.
Anyhow. I will never make eye contact with his teacher again.)
Where was I?
Oh, having a plan. Sharpies. Lists. Plans are my happy place.
Except, once in a while, when they are not.
For some reason, every once in a while, my Master Control gets put away. I lose the box of sharpies. I take a break from The Plan.
Because, I don’t know… my brain says, “Wing it, Momsie. Live. Throw caution to the wind! Use glitter! Don’t color code your linen drawer. At least not today! Just for today? Un Plan!”
And I do. For an undetermined amount of time, for an unknown reason, and with really unimaginable results, I go all willy-nilly.
Now, granted, I do make sure to, like, wash underwear and cook things to eat (although frozen pizzas do turn up often), and I even remember to floss in there. Sometimes.
Otherwise? I am prancing about, all nutty and free, and it’s great. My life is like a big handful of confetti, thrown to the wind, and fluttering about.
And my house becomes a total mess. “Look at my house!” I think. “It’s a total mess!” And then I flit off to not do anything important. I read in bed. I drink coffee at three pm. Sometimes I read IN bed AND drink coffee. I am an animal!
And then, one morning, I wake up and think, “All right. Enough of this crazy talk, where’s my scrub brush?” And I go hunt down my sharpies, find them in some random drawer, clutch them to me and lisp, “MY PRESHUS” and I’m off and running with Master Control again.
I call it The Every Once in a While, Kinda Loosey-Goosey, No-Plan, Plan.
And it works for me.
And by the way? You can actually Plan too much. See below. Can you imagine what the woman is thinking in the picture? I can. But I can’t state it here because it’s not that kind of blog.
For a long time i survived by the plan. I think raising my siblings from 12 had made me so responsible and so worried off missing something the plan just kept me feeling safe. Fast forward to the last 6 years and i have finally realised that its not possible to plan for every eventuality. Its been a hard journey but one that has made realise that i don’t have to do this alone.
Exactly. Sometimes we need to go off plan to really trust Him.
My husband and I used to call it wrestling too. Because we had six kids from 0-7 at one point and my husband worked nights and we homeschooled so kids were all over the house and……well, you get the point. LOL
Visiting from my first ever link up for Five Minute Friday.
Yep – totally get it. 🙂