I am a list person.

A lot of things make me happy, but crossing things off a list is close to the top.  And while that might sound slightly pathetic, I’m fine with anyone thinking that.  I’d like to say it’s the only way to run a house with seven people in it, but I have been this way since long before there were even two people in my house.  Basically, I like to feel like I’m in control, and a crossed off list gives me the delusion of being in control.

I have lots of lists: meals, homeschool plans, wish lists from different sites, vacation ideas, a running list of gift ideas and so on.  Then there is the plan for the day: starting with workout plans and ending with the meal plan.  Being oh so organized, there isn’t a lot of room for spontaneous happenings in my life.  But I’m okay with that.  I have three kids at home right now to keep me company, we schedule play dates a couple of times a week and we’re happy.

So today, my dear friend sent a text asking if I had time for lunch.  She was running in from the suburbs and had had a really crummy evening and morning.

It wasn’t part of my plan.

But I said yes.

And it was so worth it.

A wonderful reminder that it’s okay to leave the written plans behind every once in a while.