It's the weekend. Finally.

I worked today, and was pretty productive if I do say so myself. I am trying hard to be creative. Hopefully it's working.

Next, I picked up a few things at BBB, but only to find out that the majority of them did not work out. So tomorrow I will have to return them. I also vacuumed every room in the house. And did tons of cleaning.

Why am I doing all this you ask? Because my husband is coming home after a being away for 70 days on an internship. So I want our house to be nice.

I realized today that lists are a necessity for me. I live for lists. I write lists about everything. I write things on my lists that I have already done just so I can cross them out. I am addicted to lists. The funny thing is that 5 years ago, I would never have considered myself to be organized. I definitely would not have written lists.

All that to say that my worst fear is coming true. I am turning into my mother.