Pre-baby I knew how to chill, hard. I never worried about what was going on that weekend, or when I would have time to finish a novel, I just did it. If I felt like going out to eat, I did. If I wanted to skip work and head to the beach for a morning of iced coffee in the sand and swimming, I ran with it…but now I’ve got a just-about eleven month old…

And I’ve become a planner.

I used to chill hard, and now I plan er, harder. I mean it. I must drive my babysiter nuts because I plan out our week Sunday night. Example:

“So Monday I’m going to work from 10am until lunchtime or so, and than we can go grab lunch at the diner, and I want to bring Paige to the park so lets do that, followed by some work before dinner, okay? Tuesday lets plant flowers in the morning, and I’ll work for 3 hrs 45 minutes and we’ll make chicken salad with curry and apples for lunch and than Paige will nap and I’ll work and than we can go for a walk in the forest but than we’ll take a swim OR sit in the grass and talk..”

I actually plan out conversations.

What’s happening to me? I am a plan freak! The grandma borrowed Paige for the weekend and was deciding whether or not she would take her until Tuesday, she just needed to hear back form her job. Well, I called FIVE TIMES because I felt I couldn’t go on until I knew my plans. Like, if I knew I had an extra 24 hours to myself I’d probably spend more time laying around and reading, or twirling my hair…but if I didn’t I’d crack down and kick some ass cleaning.

I need help. I’m beginging to annoy the SHIT out of well, everyone.

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