I'm such a planner. I am very unorganized with it comes to some things. Just take a look in my "kid cupboard" in the kitchen. But then with other things I am Crazy Coordinator Lady.
We are moving. I need lists. And a huge 3-ring binder with labeled tabs. And white labels for each box that I write on with a color-coordinated sharpie that goes with each room. I printed off the floor plan from our soon-to-be house's appraisal and used my trusty sharpies to assign a color to each room. Those sharpies will then be used to write on the white labels and eventually on a big sign placed on each door when we get to our house so that the movers know where to put things.
In fact, I accidentally used the wrong color on one of the boxes and actually had to go write over it with the appropriate one. Eeesh.
I need structure. I need a specific curriculum for my daughter to do preschool activities. I can't just think simple things up on my own. If it came down to that, I just would not teach her anything in an organized fashion and then beat myself up for being a below par mother. I either need to be organized or I give up completely.
I overwhelm myself. I have spent so much time planning for our move that I probably could have half the place packed up and labeled with a simple black marker.
At times I will spend a half hour researching activities to do with my daughter instead of just playing with her during that time.
Sometimes I really just need to take a breath and trust God. This is currently one of my struggles. My desire to be organized (which is a good thing, people!) and intentional with our time but at the same time to stand back, enjoy and just let life happen.