*shudder*

I need to ask for help.   I truly need help.  But it requires me moving far outside my comfort zone.  I'm gonna have to use the "s" word.  That word isn't who I am.  It isn't who I want to become, but it appears I have come to that time in my life where it becomes necessary.  I need help on developing (deep breath, swallow hard, and say it) a schedule.    Blech.  I hate the way that word sounds coming out of my mouth.

I am not a scheduler, but I am never late.  Never.  I don't forget to go places or do things.  I am reliable, but free-spirited.  I enjoy my planner, but a schedule?  That's a whole 'nother thing.  Schedules are for people who use Excel spreadsheets and like it.  The ones who know the fun shortcuts so they never have to go to the toolbar.  They are disciplined and organized.  Inflexible and non spontaneous.  Ruled by consistency and order.  Their closets are color coordinated by Roy G. Biv and their can labels all face forward.  You know the type!  I married the type!  I'm entirely too free-spirited to have a schedule.  I tried once to come up with a daily schedule for homeschooling,  Chloe thought she had died and gone to OCD heaven.  Tony applauded my new conviction in homeeducating the children.  Carson and I knew it wouldn't last.  I think we made it 3 days. 

But this is more than just any ole schedule.  I need help coming up with a housekeeping schedule.  Double blech.  Sometimes, I pretend that I relish my role as Keeper of the Home.  That I find great satisfaction in folded towels, clean laundry, and empty sinks.  Then I remember, I am not Tony.  Or my mother.  I don't like laundry or dishes or dusting or mopping (shout out to Elizabeth- the Queen of Mopdom!)  And it's more than not liking them.  I actively resist them.  I'm not a big fan of authority, and I can hear the dishes and laundry telling me that they have to be done.  Proving I am Carson's mother, I resist anything that tells me it has to happen.  So, the laundry sits.  (I have successfully trained Chloe to do this dishes.  Score 1 for Momma!)

I'd show you a picture of the laundry pile, but Tony would be forced to lie about its existence, and I don't want to put him in a position of sinning.  Instead, I humble myself before you and ask for help.  I need to come up with a schedule of which jobs need to get done which days so that everything can be done by the end of the week.  At this point, the cheap me and the lazy me are battling about getting a maid.  Cheap me is winning.  Come along side, and help her!  Help me create a schedule!  (but no excel links, please!)