What Plan-It Are YOU FROM??

I know a lot of planners.
You know, people who schedule their lives..down to a teeny tiny wee little t..?
 I am envious of those people.
They have July planned in December.
And their Christmas lists written in August.
And most of them hit the gym 8 times a week.
It would not surprise me if everything on their To Do list for NEXT WEEK is already done.
Shit balls.
And then there's me.
I love organization.
I love planning.
I love routine.
But do you know what I've realized after having Kieran?
Planning is just wishes.
Wishes that I hope come true.
Where's that effing cricket? I need him.
When I put something down on a list, it's just a wish.
I make wish lists:
Target
Festival Foods
Run
Organize closet
Meet girlfriends for drinks
Read a book
Read a magazine
READ ANYTHING THAT DOESN'T HAVE A CATERPILLAR, A BEAR OR A PRINCESS IN IT!!!
Wishes..just wishes.
I remember there was a time when I could put something on a calendar and it would stick.
I was THAT girl.
I was never great about getting birthday cards out on time, but I showed up for happy hour early.
ALWAYS.
Now I am just a wisher, a hoper, a dreamer...
Cue the cricket..somebody.