Making Plans and Breaking Plans

Nothing will ever be the same!!

It’s a thought I must think to myself at least 10 times a day.

This is not a negative thought, it is indeed a fact.  A wonderfully, curiously, true fact.

Making plans this week was all for not.

Tuesday was meant for visiting a friend who’s confined to bed rest for the remainder or her pregnancy.  Instead, Tuesday meant an impromptu trip to the doctor for little miss Theä.

Wednesday was the new Tuesday and our visit went swell…until Little Bird decided it was time to be a grouch, a.k.a. decide on an earlier than usual Nap Time.

Today, Friday, was Meet-Up-with-an-Old-Friend-for-Lunch day.  This did indeed happen, but an hour and a half after our originally planned time because Bird had decided that she’d switch back to her old eating schedule .

Tomorrow, Saturday, was meant for showering said friend from Tuesday with gifts for the soon-to-be-born baby boy!  Instead, I forgot Hubby had already made plans to attend a vintage drag race. This could not me moved or shuffled, so my attendance at the shower is thus canceled.

Do you see the trend??  Nothing happens quite like I plan..or imagine, or at times, hope for.

Flexibility has become key.  This is hard to adjust to when you have a Type A personality like I do.

Pre-mommihood Me was always 10-15 minutes early for EVERYTHING.  I may actually have a slight fear of tardiness.  Anxiety wells up in me and my heart races when faced with the thought of being late or even just “on time”.  I do well to conceal this…but now that it takes 10 minutes to pack up to leave the house, and another 3-5 minutes to actually get in the car…this means I now how to be in the act of “leaving” the house a solid 30 minutes before going anywhere…and that’s just for places that are within 5 minutes of the house.

Will I always be late or shuffling times of plans or appointments? NO.

Will I always be slightly panicked when there are things to do that fall within a rigid time expectancy? YES.

So, today, I again stop and say. . .

Nothing will never be the same.

So true!

So true!

 

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