I don’t know if all moms are like me. But I make lists. Lots and lots of lists.
And right now I have a couple of clients heading out to NY next week, who have not yet given me credit card info for flights, another client to write for, swim lessons to sign up for, and a camping trip next week, followed the next day by a Palm Springs trip with some girls from high school. Although “girls” seems like the wrong term since I’m 3 years away from my 20 year reunion.
I’ve made a lot of lists.
Lists of meetings and itineraries for clients. Packing lists for camping. Packing lists for Palm Springs. Lists of what to buy. Lists of what to do. Not to mention reservations, directions, and how-to’s. I had to google how to clean a fish. Because my dad always did that part. I also had to google how to percolate coffee. I wasn’t old enough back then.
It’s quite possible that the lists are indeed keeping me sane. Does that make me OCD?
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