I don’t do bucket lists. This is probably because I am a pessimist and I assume that if it needs to go on a “someday” list, it means it’s a “never will” list. If it’s not on a list and I get to do it? Surprise and Yay! But a whole list of things I wish to do seems like a set up for disappointment. Instead of looking at all the things I’ve checked off, I feel like I will always see those things that never got done.
This is really not a depressing post, I promise.
I really do love lists.
Just not “bucket” lists.
My To Do lists are everywhere: I have Wunderlist lists–both for myself and that I share with Cortney. I have lists to remember details about appointments or outings in our Cozi Calendar. I have post-it’s, a notebook, and a blog planner (mostly for all of my online tasks…not just blog stuff. I don’t have that busy of a blog life). I have an “All Out Of” list which births a grocery list every week. I have a literal “laundry” list on my dryer of what loads I do on what days. I have a lesson plan book and various class lists to keep track of various things.
Anyway, what I’m saying is that it’s not like I’m afraid of lists.
I just don’t like Bucket Lists.
I see them all over Pinterest and other people’s blogs…the creative, over-the-top AWESOME that people are going to do with their kids. Or the childhood memories they want to create with their kids.
I’m not a crabby mom, I promise, I just can’t commit to things like “lay out under the stars” or “catch fireflies” or “take a road trip to another state” or “pack up the family for a picnic in a grassy area we’ve never been before”.
Call me a pessimist or a terrible mom or just a realist, but I cannot romantically put these things on a list To Do. For one, if these things are on a list? They lose their charm…their excitement. I’m pretty sure my parents never had “go for a Sunday drive” on any sort of Bucket List (and if I am being honest with my memory from my childhood, I wish NOT going on any Sunday Drives was actually on their list. I get carsick. They never learned).
And secondly, I know my children. If some night I decide we are checking “lay out under the stars” off our bucket list, all hell will break lose and I will end up crying because NO ONE WILL JUST LIE DOWN AND GAZE IN AWE AT THE UNIVERSE. There will be over-tired children because it doesn’t even get dark until over 2 hours after their bedtime. There will be a stressed out OCD mother who is freaking her freak because everything isn’t like a children’s book in the backyard. And I am sure their will be mosquitoes and husbandly eye-rolls.
So instead of a Bucket List for the summer, I give you my Anti-Bucket List or Probably To Do’s:
- Leave the
houseproperty twiceonce a week. Not counting the day the boys are in daycare, I just want to get them away from our house once a week. It doesn’t have to be an ALL CAPS SUPER AWESOME OUTING (but it could be). I’ll take Target or the Farmer’s Market.
- Maybe try a craft with Eddie. I won’t get all pinteresty up in here, since I count coloring in his Sponge Bob Coloring book and then letting him cut it up with his safety scissors as a craft, so take this one however you want.
- Treat ourselves to treats. We will make ice cream and eat it, and maybe that one time out of the house during the week will be to Starbucks. Cake pops for everyone!
- Teach Eddie responsibility. He’s going to clean up his own messes because he is almost four and REALLY.
- See some animals. Eddie and Charlie get to go to the Critter Barn with daycare in a couple weeks, but I hope to see some animals with them this summer too. Last summer we did the Critter Barn and three different zoos. One zoo I prefer not to remember.
- Read. By myself. With Eddie. With Charlie. Teaching Eddie some sight words. Maybe even Cort will read something that is not in his Maximum PC Magazine. Ha ha ha…yeah right.
- Sit. Self explanatory.
- Play. Oh there will be fun had. What that fun will look like, I have no idea, but it will be had.
- Write stuff. I’ll keep writing here if nothing else…but probably something else.
I know you can’t tell from this post, but I don’t begrudge anyone else for having Bucket Lists. Some people make ’em and check stuff off ’em like a boss. Then they share the pictures of the fireflies and the crafts and I see the smiling faces of their kids and I am glad. The world needs people like that.
I am not like that. But I think the world needs me too.
Are you a Bucket List person? You can tell me. You can even tell me what’s on it. I won’t think less of you. In fact, I’ll probably be all kinds of impressed.