The List-Making Central Series
I’ve got an ever-expanding list of household jobs and family projects. I talk enthusiastically about completing them, but never take action. Yet, onto each morning’s new “to-do list,” such tasks are feverishly re-scribbled. With high hopes, I naively believe that this most recent visual reminder will spring me into action.
And deep down I know I waste time, energy and paper---misleading myself and boring those closest to me. Everyone except me has accepted the fact that I won’t get around to it unless: a) all 5 kids move out, b) I am Baker-Acted and subsequently institutionalized without visitors for a solid month or more, or c) I become an overnight sensation and multi-millionaire with hired help taking over all my administrative duties.
1. Cleaning out the garage. (I’ve talked for years about classifying and labeling the kids’ memory boxes, scrap-booking old photographs, and unpacking the remaining boxes from our move in 2009. Then I do nothing.)
2. Framing and displaying recent family photos. (Since the advent of the digital camera, my pictures are lucky if they make it as far as the computer’s hard drive. On the rare occasion one is printed into a hard copy, it is fated for a kid’s school “About Me” project---and never to be seen again.)
3. Cleaning out my closet. (The kids are easy. I dump or donate their stuff when they’re at school or distracted with a flick. But parting with my old favs from my glory days in the 1990s, is always a work-in-progress---of which I lack initiative.)
4. Gardening. (In theory, I love plants and caring for them. I glamorize working with my hands. However, when push comes to shove, I’m willing to let our little tropical jungle encroach upon our unsuspecting abode.)
5. Refinishing old furniture. (It pains me how my solid pine table and chairs are outdoors, neglected, and weathering storm after storm. For two years, I’ve been talking about protecting it with a coat of sealant.)
6. Trimming my kids bangs. (My boys’ mushroom-cloud hair styles were cute months ago. Now, their vision is impaired. Each time I resolve to trim it, they’re playing outside and I’m too old and tired to chase them down. Another day, another drop of gel will hold those unruly bangs.)
7. Vacuuming car interior. (Each day the crumb-mines grow and so does my stress level about my husband finding out. However, with a quick swoop of the hand, I keep said evidence manageable and sadly, never grant this poor tortured vehicle it’s well-deserved grooming.)
8. Filing kids’ schoolwork. (It kills me to throw it (all) away, and those that I save are tossed carelessly and indiscriminately into a giant cardboard abyss in the garage. I forget to label each piece, then vow to go back the next day to finish. Yet years later, it still patiently awaits my attention.)
9. Family photo albums. (If I never print a picture, this won’t get done either. See: Number 2.)
10. Kids’ piano lessons. (Are you crazy? Never made it on the list. I’m not that delusional.)