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My Planner, My Enemy

Usually this is the case. Yes, I’m that girl. It takes me hours of research, standing in the aisles of hobby stores looking at stickers, to plan for my planner. I’ve gotten very serious about it these past couple of years. For 2 years in a row I couldn’t decide which planner to buy so I bought two. I used one for the first half and the other for the second half. And boy did I hate that. I felt like I was cheating on the first one. And I had to refer back to it all the time. But I couldn’t let those pre-dated pages go wasted on the other one. I had to stick to the plan and plan on the planner. Shesh. And then March came. Yeah, it was all good for the first quarter–I planned, highlighted, stickered everything, then…..I was sick of the accountability. Sick of seeing the boxes unchecked, the blank pages of the journal part mocking me. I closed that sick piece of tailor-made, beautiful thing, all glitzy and glamoured. And we all know, once you fall back two weeks, three weeks, or more, you get soft to it. Who cares that I’m not documenting that dental appointment, or that I have to do this or that and if I don’t write it down I’ll forget it. Say like those graduation pictures I was supposed to buy or those announcements to send with them. It’s only a couple weeks before he walks, I’m hoping Jostens figures this out and does a rush on those babies. Ugh.

I feel like such a rebel having not used my planner for a month. As if I’m irresponsible. Forgetful. Spitting in the wind. It’s scary out here without protection from scheduled items. I hope I survive!

Moving on.. it’s been a week since the dentist. I. hate. flossing. I did it in the past occasionally, but now that I have to (due to the fact she’s re-checking me in 4 weeks) I hate it. It’s a nasty process. And that’s all I’m saying about that. I’m going out tomorrow and finding a water gun for my gums. Anything that keeps me from rubbing dirty string in nooks and crannies. Yuk. 

So now that the planner has been sufficiently hidden, I’ve managed to get things done. A few weeks late. Nonetheless they’re getting done. For instance, I got a bed and sofa moved last night. (not that I would plan that per say, I’d just list it as a goal and then watch as it stayed on the page not getting checked off). I knew it wouldn’t anyway, so I didn’t bother listing it. Alas they got moved. At nine o’clock at night. Because we know that’s how I roll. The later the better. I get my second wind at 7 in the evening. At 3 I feel like I could shut my eyes and go in a coma. Eventually I come around and begin again. My poor kids had to shut their doors to avoid all the vacuuming that was going on next to their rooms. It’s the only time I can work on things like that. Had I had my planner, I’d have sorted time for groceries, had dinner earlier, and avoided the late night banging. Better luck when I bring it back out, I guess.

It rained all day. I would’ve loved snuggling underneath some fleece and catching up on some trashy television. You know, cop shows and maybe a movie or two. Then I would’ve hated myself when evening came and I had nothing to show for my day. But it was raining! Free day for all. 🙂 

Now I’m going to introduce a new segment to my blog…Don’t you hate it when. I’ll start. Don’t you hate it when…you get in the shower and forget to take your razor? Yeah, three weeks of this can cause some problems. 

Have a grand week, all! I’m birthday shopping tomorrow. Don’t you just love shopping? I hope I don’t buy too much for myself. LOL

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Finally…March

spring-equinox-ten-thingsMy mother has always claimed January and February to be voodoo months. People are always dying in these months, it seems. They’re depressing, cold, and everything is gray. I guess you could view January as starting over, but I just see it from the perspective of standing at the foot of a very large mountain. And once we climb through snow and ice, darkness, and frigidness, we get to see the crocus on top–peeping out of the snow and ice. Finally…now that’s what I’m talking about. I have a tiny little tribe of daffodils in my flower bed. Each time I host Easter dinner, someone brings me a pot of them, and I plant them outside after they die. Of course it’s 75 degrees one day and 30 the next. They’re so freaked out, they don’t know what to do.

But we made it!!! Tomorrow is March. And then comes the expectations of spring, when in fact, it could very well snow. March is the month, that if it were a friend, it would most certainly be fair-weathered. You never know what to expect.

This week I get to pick up my son from college for spring break! I’m super excited to see him. I’ve never been away from him this long. I plan to drink up every minute we have together with him.

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Today I got an offer in the mail for Blue Apron. Not sure, but it sounds like a wonderful idea. I mean, just get a box of a pre-planned meal delivered to your door? There has to be a catch. I haven’t done any research, but I’m sure it’s expensive. I think the coupon was for like $30.00 off. One meal? Do they know I feed my very own gang? How big is that box? I suppose it’s more for the workaholic couples or singles. Where going out to eat gets boring for them, but who has time to shop? Oh the horror! I think I remember that time? ………………..nope, not really. It’s all too fuzzy anymore!

I hope everyone has a wonderful week. Pretty big one, you know. March and hump day, all in one! I’m getting side-tracked tomorrow and going to view a planner I’ve had my eye on at Amazon. I found it offered at one of my local stores. I’ll be able to touch it and see if it meets my needs. As if I need another one? I’m still searching for wall space for the three calendars I got for a steal last weekend. Stop the madness.

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