Posts Tagged ‘Plans’

So I Figure I’m Okay

July 3, 2019

Sometimes I worry that using a phone app to coordinate my day with others makes it too easy for my movement to be “predicted” should I be hacked.

Then I remember more than half the time those “plans” end up being guidelines at best, and jokes at worst.

So Honor Having Been Satisfied, I Went Home

June 10, 2016

(Since I’m in dire need of this, I’m going to keep it light today.  Nothing is “wrong” beyond three restless parental nights in a row, but it’s putting a drain on my mood.)

I noticed rain clouds on the horizon as I headed out for errands the other day, but I defiantly told myself that I wasn’t going to let a “little rain” stop me.  So out I went.

My first stop was a gas station, and the rain started as I was pumping gas under a shelter.  The rain came down with tropical storm force, and even though I was sheltered, within a minute I was soaked thanks to the wind whipping the rain about.  As I got back into the car, I contemplated the close to zero visibility and the other errands on my list.

“Well,” I told myself at last.  “I did say that I wasn’t going to let a ‘little rain’ stop me, and this is anything but a little rain, now isn’t it?”

Gang Aft Agly Indeed (Part Two)

April 16, 2015

But, unfortunately, my three-word plan for a “relaxing day off” became shorted to a two-word plan of “day off” before I even reached noon, and by nightfall, despite everyone’s best efforts, it barely qualified as an unqualified(1) “day,” much less a “day off.”

Some days are just like that.(2)


(1) Because the qualifiers are all words that were once categorized as “unprintable.”

(2)  Yes, I was originally planning to complain more, but it started to taint my today, so I stopped.  Some things it just doesn’t help to dwell on.  Moving on . . .

Gang Aft Agly Indeed (Part One)

April 15, 2015

Regarding yesterday:

Recently I realized . . . hmmm . . . let me scratch out “realized,” replace it with “stopped pretending,” and start again.

Recently I stopped pretending that my stress level was anything less than worrisome.  I mean I’ve known this for a while now, but I kept dismissing it as “just something that comes along with parenthood.”  It wasn’t until I started organizing my schedule a bit more by color coding the importance of given tasks with a simple green-yellow-red level of critical importance that I noticed something that brought it all home for me.

There were no green “Everything in this category is fine” tasks on my list, everything on my list was some shade of yellow or red, and those colors only deepened as the list grew longer day by day.  As things stood, not only was I looking at a “no win” situation, I could no longer deny that I had been in a “no win” situation for some time now.

Obviously a change was in order.

But first I decided I needed a break from the stress, and that a relaxing day off would do me enough good to easily balance out ignoring my failing and flailing schedule for one day, allowing me to come back fresh to start making the necessary changes to get out of my “no win” spiral.

And I like to think it would have to . . .

I’ll Tell You About It Tomorrow

April 14, 2015

But Mousie, thou are no thy-lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men,
Gang aft agley,
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
For promis’d joy!

Robert Burns, To a Mouse

There’s Your Plan . . . And Then There’s The Toddler’s Plan . . .

June 23, 2014

The Plan: Get up and start working as soon as possible.

The Practice: Have an impromptu “birthday party” with my son because he found a small (empty) gift box, and there was some leftover (not-birthday) cake in the fridge.

The Regret: Minor, and nothing at all to do with delaying work.

The Lesson: Cheesecake for breakfast isn’t necessarily a bad idea, but finishing off your child’s slice as well as your own “so it doesn’t go to waste” might be . . .

I’m Still Not Sure

November 1, 2013

The plan of the adults:

We all dress as pirates for Halloween so we thematically match with L’s parrot costume, which he loved.

The summarized effects of a two-year-old mind on adult planning: 

“No parrot costume, butterfly wings!”  (Love really is fleeting, it seems.)

“Okay, your green Oberon costume from last year then.”

“No green costume, just butterfly wings!”

“Okay, suit yourself.  Just butterfly wings.”

“Not just butterfly wings!  Butterfly wings and Batman jammies!”

“Your Batman jammies are in the hamper.”

“Not just–”

“Butterfly wings, got it.  Okay, Batman jammies and butterfly wings, it is.”

No butterfly wings, just Batman jammies!  NOW Trick or Treat!”

“What just happened here?”