About a month ago, with the grand idea of getting totally organized about this puppy training thing, I bought a planner just to record our progress and our failures, to write down what worked and what didn’t.
I started out well, I wrote down my goals and plans – in a notebook, because putting them in the actual planner was too much like making a real commitment. I was going to start on January 1st.
Life got in the way of that plan. I’m calling a trainer tomorrow about lessons, and that’s my excuse for not totally committing to putting this all on paper – yet. Perhaps tonight, when the house is quiet and someone isn’t barking at the coffee pot, I can write things into the real book.
I got another planner, too, one for stuff that has nothing to do with puppy training. I got a refill for the planner I use every single day, no matter what.
Why, I wonder, do I need so many planners? Maybe I feel in control? One of them is a coloring book, so it’s kind of my excuse to color instead of really planning anything. Whatever the reason, I do love buying planners.