Journal to a Muse

Schedules, spontaneity and ridiculousness

Maybe I'm the only person with this kind of craziness. DH seems to think so.
I have a problem with schedules. Not OTHER people's schedules, but MINE.
If I have a timeline I want to follow, it is likely to be the first thing that flies out the window.
My intentions about when to eat, when to play, when to "catch up" on chores, bills and the things that responsible adults do absolutely evaporate if:

• the phone rings
• one of the children calls
• DH has a bright idea
• my not-really-an excuse ADD kicks in

I tried to make a schedule this evening.DH made fun of me. A lot! Pointed out that I've been making (and ignoring) schedules for 40 years (or at least all the years I've known him, which is more like 17.)

I think it is worth working at. I don't want to be discouraged by (yet another) well-meaning naysayer. Actually, that's probably why it bugged me so. I heard echoes of previous nay-sayers who weren't always egalitarian, kind, or well-meaning.

At least if I follow my schedule I'll eat more than twice a day. And I'll know whether I'm having office hours or not. And whether I have permission to write a poem, paint a picture or take a nap.

I wasn't supposed to stay up till 1:50 am, either. It'll make it hard to get to the gym by 8 am. Wish me luck.