Well Mr. Words and I had words. I walked out last night -- actually I crashed out at about 9:30 trying to get my insomniac daughter to sleep -- so we were on the outs last night. But today we are talking. You know that stiff, not sure where you stand kind of talking, so tonight, I thought that I would tell you about my other love...
Lists. Yes, you read that right. I am completely in love with lists. I make twenty a day. Easy. While I am trying to be much greener in 2010, this is a tough habit to kick. In my defense, however, I do re-use a lot of things for my lists -- old envelopes, used paper bags, etc. But I have got to have my lists. I've tried using Excel and other spreadsheet options to save paper but it's just not the same as the feel of writing it down.
Now you are probably asking -- what kind of lists are you making, Traci? That is if you haven't fallen off your chair laughing or abandoned me for a saner, non-list-writing, tree-killing blogger. I list everything. Mostly because I love checking things off. I love that little feeling of accomplishment. So whether it is a grocery list or a to-do list, when I check out the item, I feel like I have "done" something.
Now you might be thinking, "that's not so weird, Traci" or "lots of people make lists, Traci", or (more realistically) "what's the big deal, Traci? do you really think this is a blog-worthy topic?" But I mean it when I say that I list everything. If I need to clean the bathroom, I don't just list Clean Bathroom. Because what if I don't finish that day. (Very real possibility, sad to say) Then I can't check off anything. Which basically stinks. I don't feel like I've accomplished anything, But if I list Clean Counter or Mop Floor, then I can check those off. And Oh! how I love to check off. And if I do succeed in finishing the bathroom, I have five or six lovely checks as opposed to simply one.
I list things for my children (who can't read them) and my husband (who won't read them). The only thing I don't list is sex. Maybe that's the problem. Maybe my husband would read the list if it included that.
Oh, well now you know. It's just another thing that makes me "me" (read: a big dork!). Hopefully, Mr. Words will get lonely, sweep me back off my feet, and I will no longer be left with just my lists.