(This picture has nothing to do with anything, it is just Sebastian "playing dead", and I found it amusing.)

It is extremely satisfying to finish tasks that are on one's "To Do" list. Whenever we go out of town it seems that there are tons of things to do, even if we are only going to be gone for a night. Whenever we leave home it is my desire to: leave at the time decided upon and in a non-stressful manner, for the house to be clean, and to not have forgotten anything. Does this usually happen? Not so much. There is always stress, we are always about 15-30 min. behind, the house is Pretty clean, and I always forget something. So, this time, I striving to be more organized and actually follow the "To Do" list that I have made. Unfortunetely, I always seem to come up with things to do that don't really HAVE to be done. For example: this morning I worked on transplanting the tomatoes. This did have to be done as they were stunted in pots that were too small, and I had been meaning to do this for days. But did I stop with just transplanting to plants? OF COURSE NOT! I then looked at all of the rocks that were strewn about, due to having been removed for the placement of the garden, and I decided to put them in a pile and rake up the area around the herb garden. Now, while
this area looks much better, this was not something that had to be done today. I think it all has to do with the fact that people enjoying doing something that they don't Have to do, much more than the things that they DO Have to do. I now need to get to the tasks that do need to be done, such as ironing shirts, packing clothes, and making muffins for the car ride.
Meanwhile, while I was working outside, for the past hour and a half Sebastian has been sitting in front of the CD player in his room listening to the Beauty and the Beast soundtrack. He pulled out the toy dishes that have face on them and is pretending that they are Mrs. Potts, Chip, and the others. I tried to get him to come outside with me, no, he wasn't interested. I tried to go into his room with him so that we could do something together, no, he informed me that he wanted to be alone. He listens to the songs, singing along with them I might add, which is quite cute, and then starts the CD over again once it finishes. I think that he has listened to it about ten times this morning, at least. It has been five times since I have been indoors. I attempted to take a picture of him, but he wanted to be by himself. I'm afraid that this child is taking after me, as this is the
sort of thing that I used to do when I was young.