In the multiple "personality" tests Darrell and I have taken, there is always one area that is drastically different between us. And that area is scheduling. I have always been a "planner"; I currently have three calendars (one on my desk at the office, one at home, and my little day-timer that I carry in my purse) that I regularly keep up-to-date with the events that are going on. Darrell? He maybe looks at the calendar in our house once a week. Maybe. He's openly admitted that he'd get fired from his job in a heartbeat if it weren't for the scheduler on Microsoft Outlook; that's the only way he's able to keep track of meetings and deadlines. Plus it "dings" at him when something is coming up, so it's not like he even has to check it.
At the start of it, this weekend looked like it was very much going to be a "planned" weekend. We had a handful of things we needed to get in, some that were time sensitive, so I had set a schedule. Friday morning when we left for work our weekend looked like this: dinner at home after work Friday (Beer Risotto with Mushroom Garlic Chicken), then packing and cleaning to prepare for heading out of town on Saturday. Saturday morning we both had to work until noon, then we were going to run back home quick, grab a bite to eat for lunch, stop at the gym for a quick workout, then head out to Kimball to spend the rest of the weekend with some friends. Sunday we planned on getting home mid-afternoon and were going to round out the weekend with grocery shopping and laundry. Seemed like a pretty good plan in my books.
Well, Friday afternoon I get a text from my friend in Kimball saying that her husband woke up that morning with the flu and their seventeen month-old daughter had just gotten over the flu, so she didn't think it was a good idea for us to come out. And the whole weekend just deteriorated from there. Friday night Darrell came home to find me watching an episode of Bones on Netflix, and we quickly got sucked in to a two-part episode. By that point, neither of us were in the mood to cook, so we decided to push our chicken dish off until Saturday night since we were no longer going to be out of town. We then rounded out Friday night with a frozen pizza, beer, and the old black-and-white version of Les Miserables. Saturday morning went as we had planned (funny how the whole having-to-work thing was non-negotitable) and during our workout Darrell caught a reminder on ESPN about the UNC/Duke game that was airing that night. So, we promptly pushed our chicken dish off yet another night and headed to Granite City to watch the game. While there, we got a text from some friends who were having a fundraiser at the Lie-brary (yes--that's how it's spelled--it's a bar), so we stopped over there for a while to support them. We then decided that we were still a little hungry, so we decided to use a gift card that we've had forever and went to Outback Steakhouse for some dessert (three bars/restaurants in one night--that's like a record for us!). Since we were in town, we went to church Sunday morning, where my parents invited us over for dinner that night because they had just gotten back from a trip to the Dominican. Rather than push our chicken dish off for a third time, we insisted that we prepare dinner. I then decided that I needed to make a dessert to go with the meal, so rather than cleaning or going to the gym or doing laundry, we ended up baking and watching Netflix Sunday afternoon. Our final item to get done for the weekend was grocery shop, which we (foolishly) decided that we'd have time to do after dinner with my folks. Well... Dinner turned into dinner and drinks, and before we knew it it was too late to make it to the store and still get home at a reasonable time. So guess what I got to do today after work? And since we didn't get any laundry or cleaning done (and we're having company this coming weekend), guess what we get to spend our evenings doing?
Lesson learned: Even the best-laid plans don't always come to fruition. And you know what? I'm totally okay with that. We ended up having a great weekend, and even the planner in me enjoyed just hanging out and rolling with the punches. I guess Darrell has a way of rubbing off on me like that. And maybe one of these days I'll get him trained to get the calendar a little more frequently--or at least just get him a smartphone so he'll always be able to check what is going on.
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