"To Do" Lists

"To Do" lists and me just don't get along.

My "To Do" list for the weekend was simple:  put up the pig fence, and put the tin on the roof of the woodshed.  Two things, good weather, lots of time.  Easy, right? What could go wrong?

Saturday, Giselle and I managed to set three posts in the muck of the bottom of the pig yard before running out of time (she was going over to a friend's house for a sleep over.)  We got started late because I had to make some potstickers (kind of a Chinese ravioli) to freeze and put the left-over chicken in the slow cooker to make broth. Talked for a while with the other girl's aunt who had come to pick Giselle up for the sleep over, and she mentioned that her neighbor had a dumptruck load of wood he wanted to sell.  I told her I was interested, so she said she'd find out the particulars.  I got a few fence rails in place before it got too dark to continue, and I needed to make dinner, so I decided to finish up Sunday.

Sunday, I woke up to the phone.  The neighbor needed the wood off his dumptruck that day, so he could get a load of coal before today's cold snap hit.  I ran to town to get money, meeting Danny coming home from working a 24hr ground ambulance shift half-way there, and got back in time to put up about 3 more rails before the wood truck got there.  Right after the wood was dumped, paid for, and the man left, Danny went in to catch some sleep, and I left to pick up Giselle from the sleep over.  I fed the girls in town so Danny could sleep longer, then went home and finished putting up the fence rails.  About the time we started stacking the wood into the woodshed, Danny woke up.  We moved all the wood in short order, but now it was about 5:00--too late to start on the woodshed roof.

So in two days, I only managed to get one thing checked off my "To Do" list.  I did lots of things that weren't on the list, but in my little OCD mind, it only counts if I can cross it of the list.  Today's list is easy:  Pick up 18 2x4s and a couple bags of concrete, and take the girls to dance and Karate.  Tomorrow, I'll get the woodshed roofing done.

What could go wrong?