I'm a list maker.

     I confess, I'm a list maker. I'm a planner. I like to know things ahead of time. I like to plan things. I like love organization. In short, I'm a control freak - though I'm trying to quit (if only there was a gum to chew or patch to wear to help with that one.) It's been a long, slow process of quitting, but I'm at least getting closer. I mean, everything can't be organized all the time (though I wish that wasn't reality - but I don't necessarily try to make it a reality anymore either - prrrogressss!). Anyways, the Hubster came home the other night, walked in, looked at me then his eyes dropped...and they dropped to the counter and immediately exclaims "What is that!?".
     My craziness had emerged again, in a completely normal and justifiable way if you ask me. I looked up and with my best "you think I'm adorable" smile said (very proudly if I remember correctly), "I made a cleaning list! I promise, the people in Bulgaria could hear his eyes roll.
     The list isn't necessarily the crazy part - but my list has a list. Now, the list at the moment is not well organized, and I "have" to do it in the order of which the tasks are currently listed. Therefore, I spend more energy going back and forth between rooms than actually cleaning. It's not a perfect list - today was just day1 - there are plenty of days to re-organize it.
     I love lists. Post it notes. Binders. Methods. I make lists of lists I plan on making. I may have a problem. I'm ok with this. Anyone else out there with a love of lists and all things organized? Can I get a woopwoop? [did I just say that?]