I have the uncanny ability in life to plan something, and then watch said plans fall miserably apart. It is part of my journey with God that I should NOT be allowed to live by a schedule apparently. Granted, I'm not a big schedule girl, but something, anything...throw me a crumb, you know??
So after our camping/RV/stuff me in an aluminum box with four kids/husband and a dog vacation, we stayed at my mom's for a few days. We had a family wedding up in Sac and then there was an Open House here. For some reason, they do them after you're under contract until the contingency period clears. Which would be fine if I didn't have four kids and a dog. But I do.
We come home and Bryed has arranged for his godson's family to be here the day we get back. Now, I LOVE company and I love Curtis, but we are moving in two weeks, we don't have one book packed and I have two books to edit fast. Imagine my hopeful mind that Curtis was taking ALL FOUR kids to Great America on Monday. Now, imagine my inability to be creative when there are 24 people stuck midair on a ride and I can't reach my kids. I spent the day watching streaming video and trying to figure out if those were my kids' shoes dangling.
Last night, I planned to go to bed early. But the kids wanted to watch the meteor shower on the front deck, so they were out there loudly playing the "random game" (don't ask) until about 1:30 in the a.m. This morning, right after Curtis and his family leave, the maid is coming. So the house will again be full. So here I am God. Open arms up to the sky. I give up. A schedule is impossible. I will eat this day's daily bread and kick my ideal out the window. Because it really is more fun to have people here and chaos around anyway.