Is This Called Being Responsible?

I have never in my life been one to plan things. I hate planning because when you plan things you're invariably committed to doing things you might not feel like doing when that day comes. What if I just want to go to the movies on the day I've committed to help a friend move? Life is too short to constantly do crap you don't want to do all of the time. (That said, I do generally commit to doing things that I know are important to other people and very rarely do I break a commitment when I agree to it.)

So imagine my surprise these last few weeks when I have the overwhelming compulsion to get my shit organized and planned. There are so many things I want to get done before January there is just no possible way it's all going to get finished. For example; do you see this wall paper?



It makes me want to scratch my eyes out every time I walk into the kitchen. Which is a lot these days. I know we're never going to get around to taking it down once the baby's here so if we're gonna do it it's gotta be soon. Also the wallpaper in the guest bathroom and half baths are hideous. I'm fairly certain none of them have been updated since the first season of Friends. You know how you watch those first episodes and say to yourself, "Wow, that looks really dated I can't believe I wanted to look like that." That's our wallpaper.

Also, I have no idea what else to do with the baby's room. Right now the closet in there is full to the brim with boxes we're storing for CanaMa that are too heavy to go in the attic. Where the hell are we going to put those? I still need just about everything for the baby including a stroller and car seat and a FREAKING CAR. The car might be at the top of my list actually. It's hard to car shop for practicality. When I bought my jeep I loved it because it felt fun and free and was affordable. Now I have to buy a car that fits all these requirements that are just no fun at all to think about and not worry about how it looks as long as it's functional. Our biggest priority (besides safety, and cheap) is that there is enough room for shrimpy and the dauggers on road trips. I'm sure the first time we attempt a road trip with two dogs and an infant I'll want to kick myself in the shins for making it a priority but there it is anyway.

I feel the need to paint the whole house something other than off white. I'd like to get several area rugs so I'm not sitting on cement playing with the little guy. Forget that all of this shit costs lots and lots of money that we don't have.

I'm not seriously freaking out yet but I do have all of these things just kind of hanging over my head. Like that feeling you get around late March when you know you should really go ahead and file your taxes. Or the week before a term paper is due and you always feel like you should be working on it rather than doing whatever it is you're doing.

Fuck it, I'm gonna go make a list.