List of things that I am going to do in order
1. Wake up
2. Get dressed
3. Make bed
4. Make Becca's bed
5. Get Becca dressed
6. Go downstairs
7. Eat breakfast
8. Make notes
9. Work on book
10. Go outside
11. Make cards
12. Get other present
13. Wrap presents
14. Go to party
15. Come home from party
16. Play duck duck goose
17. Eat dinner
18. Go to bed
Now for those that know my type A, anal retentive self this list makes perfect sense. Except that it's not mine (OK, perhaps the duck duck goose thing gave that away). This is Annalise's list. Is she my daughter or what? She actually needs to schedule getting up and eating dinner into her day. The crazy thing is that she had her light on pretty late last night. I asked her if she could turn it off and go to sleep to which she asked if she could finish her list first. Twenty minutes later her light finally went off. She stayed up until after 10:00 working on this list. Had I known this is what she was working on I probably would have had her finish it in the morning. As she has completed each thing today yup you guessed it, a neat little check mark next to the item listed.
She too delights in actually checking the things off her list when she does them...I like writing things down simply for the sheer joy of crossing them off. I myself don't really need lists to help me remember. It is not necessarily a good thing to have a mind like a steel trap because along with that comes a mind that really never shuts down. I find I'm always thinking and thinking and thinking. I can't even seem to forget things I want to forget. So, yes the joy in the list for me comes in crossing them off. I noticed today that she really didn't need to consult her list to remember the things that was on it as evidenced by her constant nagging of the things that involved me...as though I would forget them or something. It is scary how much she is like me as this list thing is not something I have done much in her lifetime. It is somehow an inherited characteristic.
Although this list really is quite funny it concerns me as well as I see so much of myself (my bad self) in her. Her strive for perfection and scheduling her life like this. I need to pray even more fervently that I can teach her what I've only started learning over the past 5 years or so...that it's life not the list that matters most. Often times the best times in life are the things that aren't on our "list"
1. Wake up
2. Get dressed
3. Make bed
4. Make Becca's bed
5. Get Becca dressed
6. Go downstairs
7. Eat breakfast
8. Make notes
9. Work on book
10. Go outside
11. Make cards
12. Get other present
13. Wrap presents
14. Go to party
15. Come home from party
16. Play duck duck goose
17. Eat dinner
18. Go to bed
Now for those that know my type A, anal retentive self this list makes perfect sense. Except that it's not mine (OK, perhaps the duck duck goose thing gave that away). This is Annalise's list. Is she my daughter or what? She actually needs to schedule getting up and eating dinner into her day. The crazy thing is that she had her light on pretty late last night. I asked her if she could turn it off and go to sleep to which she asked if she could finish her list first. Twenty minutes later her light finally went off. She stayed up until after 10:00 working on this list. Had I known this is what she was working on I probably would have had her finish it in the morning. As she has completed each thing today yup you guessed it, a neat little check mark next to the item listed.
She too delights in actually checking the things off her list when she does them...I like writing things down simply for the sheer joy of crossing them off. I myself don't really need lists to help me remember. It is not necessarily a good thing to have a mind like a steel trap because along with that comes a mind that really never shuts down. I find I'm always thinking and thinking and thinking. I can't even seem to forget things I want to forget. So, yes the joy in the list for me comes in crossing them off. I noticed today that she really didn't need to consult her list to remember the things that was on it as evidenced by her constant nagging of the things that involved me...as though I would forget them or something. It is scary how much she is like me as this list thing is not something I have done much in her lifetime. It is somehow an inherited characteristic.
Although this list really is quite funny it concerns me as well as I see so much of myself (my bad self) in her. Her strive for perfection and scheduling her life like this. I need to pray even more fervently that I can teach her what I've only started learning over the past 5 years or so...that it's life not the list that matters most. Often times the best times in life are the things that aren't on our "list"
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