Ronny likes to ask me the same question every day. "What are your plans today?" Plans? Plans? I always answer the same way. "I don't really have any. I like my day to just happen to me." This is, of course, an utter and complete lie. Not that I don't have plans, that's probably true. But that I like my day to just happen to me? Lie. As Bald faced* a lie as the top of Bruce Willis' head, if that makes any sense.
In fact, I crave structure. I just want someone else to create it for me. I'm severely undisciplined. I want someone to set the parameters of my day for me, to schedule it on my behalf for my benefit and general welfare. *sigh* This has never happened yet, so I struggle on with half-hearted lists, notations on the refrigerator dry-erase board, and rules that stipulate 'dress before noon' and such nonsense.
Feeling rather out of control and depressed one evening, with dirty dishes from two days back adorning the kitchen counters, I set up a membership to Flylady. I get lovely emails with schedules and encouragement and rules about 'dress all the way to the shoes.' I have yet to Swish and Swipe. I do not wear shoes in the house. But I did a 15 minute "cleaning". I scanned some of Allison's homeschool work in preparation for putting it onto a CD to send to her. I scanned it and threw it away. I did two days worth of dishes and cleaned the sink and threw all the nasty sink junk on top of the homeschool pages that now lived in the trash can. Later that day I went to look at the scanned files and guess what? They wouldn't open. There was an error. They were lost in some sort of document limbo.
There was nothing else to do but pull the pages out of the trash, clean them off and re-scan them (using Adobe instead of Windows stupid PDF complete). All of this was just to teach me a lesson of some kind, I'm sure. Structure is overrated. Trash is Messy. Shoes are uncomfortable. A stack of old homeschool papers on the floor is worth two in the scanner. Take your pick. They all work for me.
*For an interesting discussion on the word "Bald-faced" see this link.