Today? My mommy.
A picture of my mommy and me when I was little... and yes, I had a bit of a mullet.
My mommy made lists.
Lots of lists. All the time. She still does.
I used to dislike some of her lists: especially when found on the kitchen counter on a Saturday morning. Even though she signed them with all the love in the world (and the cute little flower that is her trademark), those lists still meant one thing: CHORES.
And the chores had to be done before the playing could commence. Hence the predicament.
Much to my chagrin, I discovered recently that I, too, am a list-maker. I make lists. Lots of lists. All the time.
And alas, that is what I am doing this Monday morning: making a list of all the to-dos for the week. Clean the house, work on Usborne Books (for which I am now a consultant!!), do laundry. These things really must be done before all the playing can commence. But these days I don't mind the lists so much because they keep me sane. They also help me accomplish things which otherwise would be left undone (and a sock-less husband and disgusting floors with a very mobile baby baby are typically not desirable things).
So today, I'd like to thank my mom for one of the many, many invaluable things she has taught me: list-making.
Unfortunately, blogging really isn't at the top of the list, so I must go for now. But stay tuned for another installment of Mommy Monday!
Love and blessings,