“The best laid schemes o’mice an’ men…” often go awry – adapted from Robert Burns’ “To a Mouse”
“He who fails to plan is planning to fail” – different iterations attributed to Benjamin Franklin, Alan Lakein, and Winston Churchill
“A good plan today is better than a perfect plan tomorrow” – George S. Patton
There are countless inspirational quotes about the importance of a well -made plan and execution of the plan. Unfortunately as a parent, sometimes no matter how good your plan, your littles can destroy your plan in the blink of an eye or as in my case today the flick of a wrist. It’s not the first time my littles have dramatically altered my well laid schemes, but since they didn’t do so today due to illness or injury I was the crazy irate mother. I was the woman slightly beside herself on the verge of tears, who slammed the door to be left alone, and did not want anyone talking to me. Yeah, her, I was that mother. I’ve calmed down since, my reaction might have been over the top, possibly.
I had actually organized my day out; I had a list of things I was going to work on and accomplish. I was ahead of schedule, well sort of; I was not behind schedule. I had piles for each of my children with their school fundraising set to turn in, I had the after school enrichment camp schedules on the desk to load into my phone calendar, I had just finished printing out the 65 page booklet for each of my boys extra credit math assignment for the year, I had a race registration up on the computer (possibly my first trail race 5k), I had two potential blog posts in process with my Pinterest blog ideas open and waiting in the background, I also had ideas for the 3rd grade science fair google searched, I had a 8 yo birthday evite opened ready to respond to, the roof repair quote signed (don’t ask about the active leaks our house is experiencing) and scanning to the computer to email back, and last but not least I had just brought my big Rubbermaid tote of Boy Scout den leader “stuff” into the office. Cue my #1 to have a homework freak-out…during which time I left our home office and he locked and shut the door to the office. There is no key to the office door. No key.
Homework freak-out resolved (I gave an awesome “suck it up and do the busy work – be glad it’s too easy for you because it is too hard for somebody” speech). Made dinner and fed the children. I discovered the locked door. Demonstrated my own little tantrum before remembering to “adult”. Rushed to soccer practice. Stopped at the Boy Scout’s season welcome meeting after soccer practice. Boys put to bed for the night. Tools out…an hour later and the door is still locked. Yes I know the little screwdriver should work.
Weighed my options….What to do? Do I restart, redo, or wait…?
A locksmith is coming in the morning. I wrote this post instead of attempting to recreate anything I’d already started. I have concluded, yet again, that children are the arch nemesis of plans. Fingers crossed the sweet boys who offered to pay for the locksmith out of their own money (aww!) remember their remorse, and we don’t have this same incident again.
Tomorrow’s plans – locksmith, call roofer, rsvp….etc., etc., etc.