Sometimes there is no plan. There is no menu, there is no agenda, there is no to-do list prewritten for the day. I just wake up and wonder how the day will unfold, hoping I'll get through it with some strength and grace and patience for the people I care for most.
For you Type A's I know this must sound ludicrous. How do I ever get anything done? All the rest of us know. One thing at a time. Sometimes the unplanned days are a sad, pale tale of listless unproductivity and worse, not even any fun. And sometimes we surprise ourselves and get a bunch done, and have a lot of fun, or some acceptable combination of the two.
But do you ever wake up and feel no inspiration for anything? Zilch. Your drive and fun have both flatlined. There isn't a cause you want to contribute to, a recipe you want to try, a friend you want to catch up with, nothing.
How's a day like that gonna unfold?
That's when I'm grateful for LaDonna. Today being a flat Monday and all. Monday, in the world LaDonna created for my husband's childhood, was Laundry Day. Reliably as a metronome, they could set their watches by her ability to keep their household organized. Before I met my husband, I did not know that people had an assigned day for laundry. In the world my mom created for my childhood, laundry was done perpetually--as needed. All the time. Anytime. The night before your uniform was needed, if necessary. If you had nothing clean left to wear. If you borrowed your sister's sweater and were hoping to return it to her closet without her noticing.
As a single girl, I got in the terrible habit of not using my hamper to contain the dirties as much as my entire laundry room to contain the piles of dirty clothes that I would let stack for weeks until I imagined you could have mogul ski competitions in there if they were snow.
What are we going to do today? Landon asked me with innocent expectation. In the wake of a wonderful, busy Easter hosted here and prepped for for days, I truly didn't know.
Today is Monday. Laundry Day. And Landon, getting half his legacy from those organized Browns loved the sound of that and went off cheerfully to get his hamper.
At dinner, Bill asked us what we did today. After a bit Landon said, "Well, yeah, Dad. You know it is Monday. It was Laundry Day." as if that was the sum total answer to explain it all. Predictable productivity to kickstart our week.
Thanks, LaDonna. I've never met you, and yet, I owe you.
My free-wheelin', random girl really needs A Plan sometimes.