I was going to catch up on my writing here today. Since school started I've been in this whirlwind of get the kids out the door-work a full day-get the kids to their activities-feed the dog-fall into bed. So no time for writing. Or even walking the poor dog.
So that was my plan for today, after going to the grocery store and doing some laundry and visiting with some family who is in town for a last visit with my grandma, who is now going downhill unfortunately fast. Big plans.
All of which fell apart when I awoke this morning and started throwing up into a toilet I hadn't had time to clean lately. (filed under, Too late, the things you notice.) So instead I spent my day moving slowly from bed to couch, or sitting on the kitchen floor tying my kid's soccer shoes on his feet while another mom waited in the driveway to take him to his game.
Generally, I am a planner. I like to have things laid out. I like to have menus planned to help organize my crazy week, I like lesson plans laid out, I like everything I need to accomplish in my day in my iPhone calendar and on a To Do List. It's how I survive.
But sometimes things go wrong. I try not to be one of those people who can't handle a monkey wrench being thrown into their plans. I try and keep my kids from being those people, too, but teaching them how to move to plan B, and how to make a plan B on the fly. And that sometimes it's okay to give up and move on. I keep my car stashed with extra bottles water, camp chairs, and ziploc bags. I have a bag that lives in the car that it labeled "things which may come in handy" which includes scissors, tape, a sharpie, silver change, some zip ties, a whistle and a multi-purpose tool. That's part of my planning - I plan for worst case scenario. Or at least I try to.
I don't always stay on top of things like I'd wish I could. I try, but I often fail. And because I know I'm not perfect, sometimes I plan not to make plans. Sometimes, I plan to wing it. I would much rather plan to wing it than be forced to wing it. So if I know I'm going into a situation where I don't have a lot of control, (Hi, I'm a control freak) I tell myself, be prepared to change course here. Take a breath, let it go. Keep moving.
But sometimes, whether you plan to wing it or not, plans go awry. Sometimes, nature kicks you in the gut and says, "Hey lady, you ain't getting out of bed today. You lose." And I'm not afraid to call for reinforcements. I'm a single parent while my husband is working in California, and today my mom was busy with out of town company. So I called on my friends.
I have awesome friends. They fed my kids, they drove them to soccer, they brought me milk and Gatorade from the store.
Tomorrow I'll be better. Tomorrow I can get back to my plans, and get ready for my week. Until of course, everything comes to a screeching halt for my grandmother. And then we'll just have to see.