One (of many) thing about me that drives Maintenance Man (the artist formerly known as husband) crazy is my penchant for "floating through life."

He is a planner. He wants a detailed list of what needs to go with us whenever we head out whether it is a day trip, a simple overnighter or a week-long vacation. The man wants plans and lists. He also wants all suitcases packed at least three days prior to departure.

Me? Not so much. I can usually be found pulling clothes out of the dryer and cramming them into suitcases about an hour before our scheduled departure.

In my defense, the one time I acquiesced and packed well in advance several things were poached from the suitcases before the trip and had to be purchased along the way.

This morning I sat down and looked at all the scraps of paper I have strewn around the desk to see if there was something I had to do today. It was then that my heart skipped a beat.

Maintenance Man had called one day last week to give me a list of "absolutely must attend" function dates and a few  "you don't have to go, but it would be nice if you could make it work" function dates.

I had double booked myself on three dates. In all my floating along that had never happened.

So, today, I must give in a little. I have to move a bit closer to the dark side. I am going to buy a planner. I can't guarantee I will actually write anything in it, but I will buy one.

Baby steps, ya know!