Ode to my To-Do Lists

Okay, folks, I've said it before, but I must say it again. I am a list maker. The problem is I have so many lists and always struggle with which list to tackle first.

Yes, I probably should make one master to-do list, but the thought of dozens of tasks on what (or several) sheets of paper gives me hives. Seriously!

As I sit here on a Sunday evening, feet up, laptop in front of my face, Bears game going strong (Da Bears!), I find myself once again checking my lists and created a list for the new week. I can't help myself. To-do lists make me happy.

If you've ever parented teenagers or tried to herd cats, you'd understand.

I need a roadmap to get through the day, not because I have no idea what to do. There's always something to do. My need to list things is for the joy it brings me to check things off that list.

Pick up Male Child #1 from school. Check.

Drop off suit at dry cleaners. Check.

Write all the words. Check.

You don't want to know what happens when I don't make a handy list. Pure chaos, folks. Pure chaos.

All my fellow list makers unite! We have tasks to check off and, of course, new tasks to add. Get to it!

And, oh, yeah, Go Bears!

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