This Saturday I woke with a sense of doom. It was a beautiful day, the sun was streaming through the trees overlooking the rushing creek outside the window, I had slept in and now I had to write my To Do List. What I wanted to do was drink a cup of tea in bed, phone my Mum for a chat, then phone my best friend to consult on Christmas presents for the kids, take a slow shower and walk the dog in the first sun we had seen for over a week. But I haven’t been home at the weekend for 3 weeks and it’s the last weekend before the first in December – that’s the weekend to declutter and clean the house before the Christmas decorations clutter it up again. Also we started decorating the girls’ bedroom weeks ago, and it had to be finished. I knew what I would do, because it’s the same thing I do every weekend – write a long To Do List, rush through the day and then feel frustrated when I look at the list on Sunday evening and see all the unfinished jobs.
My husband came to the rescue. “We’re not doing a To Do List,” he announced. “We’re going to do a Ta-Dah List.” I sat in bed and drank tea and chatted. The whole family walked the dog and went further than we would have done if I had been rushing back to do the next thing on the list. I pottered in the garden. We finished the bedroom. We cooked and ate a roast dinner, drank wine, played board games and watched silly films. On Sunday evening Dim presented me with my Ta-Dah List – everything we had done, carefully written down with tick boxes all neatly ticked. I felt really productive.