Plan, schman....

A while back I posted about needing a schedule or a plan. Today I had one of those mornings when I wonder, why even bother??? Here's why...

This morning I had a plan. I knew I had to get my youngest to a 9:30am appointment. In a perfect world, my DH gets up and showered, then wakes up my oldest to get him in the shower before school. I stay out of their way as much as possible (they have a system!), but I do help them get things together and out the door by 7:30am. If I'm lucky, the two youngest are still sleeping.

So today, my plan was to get my son and hubby out the door and get on with what I needed to do -- shower, get myself ready, by then the baby would be up, get him dressed and fed, then get my daughter ready. Easy, right? Should be. But not in Rita's world. My life could be a commercial for things not going as planned.

First, my DH's alarm did not go off. I was the first to wake up and it was about 35 minutes after the time when my husband and son should have started getting ready. I didn't hear a sound and knew immediately something was not right. I realized what had happened and proceeded to wake up my DH and son abruptly. I got my son showered and dressed in record time, made him wolf down his breakfast (not good, I know!) and when DH was ready, they headed out the door. We were all frantically running around, but they got out the door just five minutes later than usual. Not a big deal. I took a deep breath and headed for the shower.

My daughter met me along the way. She's usually not an early riser -- but today, because I had a plan, OF COURSE she was an early riser!!! So I got her on the couch with some juice and turned on cartoons. Not a big deal -- off to shower. But on my way, who should I hear SCREECHING, but the baby??

Long story short (or should I say shorter than it could be!) -- we made it to our appointment on time. But not without a lot of detours along the way and a few harried, stressful moments. And when I say on time -- I mean RIGHT on time. (Big sigh.)

This is what happens when I attempt to make a plan. So today, my motto is "Plan schman" -- who needs 'em?? I can fly by the seat of my pants with the best of them and somehow we manage to get through the day!!!

And you can bet tomorrow or the next day I'll be rambling on again about how I need to get organized. If I do, please direct me to this post immediately!