The Dirty Mommy Club

I am a planner.  

I always have a plan.  I didn't say I always had a good one, but I always have one.  

I'm a 'who drank half my beer' kinda gal when looking at the glass of life. So not only do I have a plan, I have a contingency one too.

You know, just in case.

Some of my plans are small (put laundry away by Friday), and some are big (lose 25 lbs by Friday), but each stands as a reminder to me of what I would like to accomplish.  

Not that life always goes as planned.  Anyone who has ever awoke with only one shoe and can't remember how they got home will tell you that. 

I have been told planning is part of being a type A personality.  And it would seem that it is also genetic.

The other day, while driving home from playgroup, Ella says 'You know what Mama?'  

I didn't, so I said 'What baby?'

Ella responds 'I know when I'm going to be a Mommy.'  

'You do?' I ask, attempting, albeit poorly, to hide both my shock and humor at the conversation topic.  

I'm fully expecting Ella's response to send me into out loud laughter, as her concept of age is surrounded by the fact that she has to be eight to ride a scooter.  'Yes,' Ella says.  'When I'm thirty.'

Enter stunned silence.  

I'm all for having a plan.

Cheers Dirties.