but I have become a planner. Yep, me. Somewhere along the line I figured out I like nice, neat and orderly. I don't like surprises - usually. I don't like my plans to be thrown out the window. My husband calls me curious. I'm not curious so much as I am trying to see a few steps down the line so that I know if my "master plan" will need adjustment.
Yesterday had all the ear marks of potential disarray. I tried to cut off the confusion at the turn of the road. Denied. My true failing - not listening to my gut. You see, it was 4pm. Will and the kids were leaving the hospital for my house to play computer games with my crew. I said, "Should I pick up another take and bake pizza?" The answer was that, no, they were going to eat at their house. I didn't want an extra pizza sitting around, so I went against my best judgement and did not purchase another pizza. Of course they were still playing games at 6 and it looked like it would be hours longer.
I was irked. Not only because I was forced to make do with what we had - which really just means that kids didn't get to eat endless amounts of pizza. But also because I was now making food for everyone. I don't mind making for everyone, especially when I have such an easy meal planned -- but I want to KNOW that I will be making food for everyone BEFORE it is meal time.
I know I should be more go with the flow. I will work on that. And in the mean time I have my treadmill to pound my aggravation out on. :)
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Wow...it sounds as though planning has rubbed off on my sis. Regardless, that would be um...frustrating for lack of a more appropriate word or pharse. Perhaps next time, I would say, "I see that it is 4 and last time you were here longer than you anticipated. Shall we anticapate you'll be here for supper also?" :) And if they say no, then don't get the headache of making them anything either. ;)
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