Abandoning Plans

I am a planner.

I like knowing what is going on, when things are happening, and how it is all going to go. I like the security of a solid plan.

That said, when you have kids, the only solid plan you will have is that something will go wrong with the plan.

Take gremlin number 2's birthday party today. The plan was that I would be there at noon to help set up and everyone else would be there at two thirty for the party.

What actually happened is that I didn't get there till one thirty. Only a third of the people I invited showed up. My own family was two hours late (through no fault of their own). Gremlin number 2 was sick, and didn't want anything to do with her cake.

All in all, my plan failed. Not that it wasn't a good plan, it was. It was airtight. I just didn't account for temper tantrums. Gremlin number 1 taking fifteen minutes to decide which dress she was going to wear. The time it would take to finish the cake, get everyone ready (in the process forgetting I needed to get ready too!). Not to mention heated discussions with my darling hubby about helping to get everyone ready.

In his defense he wasn't feeling good to begin with. He really is a great guy and an even better father.

So I am abandoning all plans. Done. Whacked. Gone.