I like lists!

I like to write things down. I'm a list maker. In school I made lists of homework and assignments to get done nightly. At work I make prep lists so the other employees know what needs done in their down time. I started making lists for my house. Things I need to get. Calls I need to make. Things that need torn out. Things that need cleaned. Things I need to take to the house. Services that need set up. I don't like these lists. Here's the thing, if I had longer to do all this, (16 days dosen't sound realistic. Fuck) At least my mom is going to fucking take over. For once I'm ok with it. If she wants to paint the entire inside of my house, then go right ahead. Who am I to tell her to drop the roller. As long as she is painting the colors I pick out, then we are good. Ha. Dad is there for handy work, and I guess I will live out of boxes until it starts to come together. It's all do-able. It's the waiting game to take possesion of the house. God dammit! I wanna start already!