I like lists way too much. I make lists for just about everything, even if i don’t need to make a list, EVEN if i don’t need a list! My husband thinks I’m a little nuts because of my list making.
During our wedding planning process he realized how crazy my list making was, I would make a list for the things we needed to buy, and then a list about the specifics of the item.
The lists look a little something like this:
We are now in the process of looking to buy our first home, because lets face it, renting sucks. The lists I’m making are a little insane. Im making lists for things that we need to look for when we go look at a house. Lists of questions for the realtor about EACH house we’re looking at. Things that need to be done before we move out of our rental right now so we’re sure to get the security deposit back (pretty sure we won’t though). I have made lists on what to clean in the new house and what to replace in the new house before we move in. We haven’t even found a house yet. Not for a lack of trying, the market around here sucks right now, but I digress.
List making is the one thing that makes me feel like my life is in place, Scott may not understand it, but its the thing that keeps me from becoming a ball of what if stress. I still become a big ball of stress, but it helps keep most of the stress at bay. If that makes me a bit of a loony bird then so be it.