Changing Plans

Our plans have changed again.

Plans change. It happens. It annoys me a lot of the time but I'm learning to roll with it.

The husband texted me earlier today- almost at the same moment I was hitting publish post for my Friday post- to let me know that our friends would not be coming over tomorrow night. She's a nurse and unfortunately, she was on call this weekend and got called in for a double tonight and tomorrow. That sucks. I was pissed. BUT it was unavoidable. It's her job. They would have rather been with us. They would have rather been eating the first ribs of the season (YUM) and drinking some "honey bears" and just hanging out. But work called and it's important. We rescheduled. Maybe next weekend if the husband can switch his schedule. And if he can't, that's ok, too. I have an offer for some visitors to come and spend the Saturday evening with me and the kids and maybe even bring some fondue....we'll see.

My point? Plans change. It used to really upset me to get canceled on. It used to drive me nuts when plans did not go as I had laid out. It sometimes still makes me anxiety ridden when things go awry. BUT something has changed. I don't know what. I don't know why. I don't need to know because the change is good.

Tonight, I didn't have to worry about getting to the supermarket and getting food for tomorrow and next week. I went to the supermarket but I didn't go nuts. Tonight, I didn't have to sit down and plan out what my day was going to be like tomorrow so that I could get everything done and ready for our guests. Tonight, rather than worrying about everything that needed to get done I laid on the couch and watched a movie. I drank some wine. We took the kids out, briefly since the boy still has a fever, for some ice cream and we even played outside for awhile before dinner. It was relaxing. It was what I needed. It was perfect.

Tomorrow, I don't have to clean. I don't HAVE to vacuum. I don't HAVE to chop tomatoes for bruschetta or season and slow bake the ribs so that they are ready when people get here. I don't HAVE to do anything except get up with my children and enjoy the day. Tomorrow, I can stay in my pajamas all day or I can shower, dress myself and the kids and head out for the day. Tomorrow, we can have some heart shaped waffles for breakfast or we can head out to the diner for a mommy and me breakfast. Tomorrow, the kids can play outside while I grade papers and do schoolwork in the backyard or we can bake cookies and do laundry. We can do whatever we want. All because our plans changed.

Yeah, our friends canceled/postponed our evening. An evening I was really looking forward to. An evening I had been planning since we invited them over. But you know what? It's ok. Our weekend is still going to be fun and great. The husband is going to come home tomorrow night and we're going to be able to relax and have a nice dinner together. The house might get cleaned or at least vacuumed and the tomatoes might get chopped. There won't be any ribs but there will be delicious dinner to enjoy as a family.

And then Sunday will come. Sunday morning will dawn and the girl and I will head into the city. We'll pick up our friends and we'll head to Central Park. We'll play and the plan is to ride the carousel and see the zoo and the sea lions and make new friends and enjoy each others company. That's the plan. They are calling for rain. That's ok. The plans can change. Who knows they may end up being even better than the sea lions?!?