Who's on First?

I thought I had finally gotten our schedule straight.

This week was going to be a little busier so I wrote everything down: Football practice Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday from 5:45-8:00; Cheerleading Monday and Tuesday from 6:00-8:00, Cheerleading Wednesday from 6:00 to 7:30; Haircuts for me and my daughter on Thursday at 6:30; Half day of school on Friday for kids; Stitching class for Mom, Sister and I on Saturday; Casino lunch Saturday afteroon with Mom, Sis and Hubby; nothing Sunday.

Rots of Ruck.

Being a little obsessive compulsive, a schedule reduces my anxiety about upcoming events. Anything that diverts from that schedule gives me a meltdown.

But this week would be different. Everything was in black and white.

I checked my Haircut appointment to make sure I had the date correct. I didn't. It was scheduled on Wednesday night instead of Thursday. No problem. I'll change it. Whoops! Forgot about curriculum night at school. What night was that? Oh yeah!
Wednesday night! There will be three sessions to make it easier on us. I figure I can drop daughter off at cheerleading at 6:00, make it to two sessions, and be back in time to pick her up, if in fact cheerleading actually DOES end at 7:30. Last night I arrived early, or so I thought, at 7:55 when practice finished at 8:00 only to find my daughter waiting there with one of the coaches telling me I was late. When did that schedule change?

But I digress.

OK. I've got Wednesday night figured out. My anxiety level is just slightly elevated.

Thursday, hopefully, there will be no changes.

My mom was coming over on Friday to get the kids off the bus since it will be a half-day. Great! Oh, wait a minute! Daughter was just invited to a friend's birthday bowling party in the afternoon. No Problem! I'll go get her at school at 12:15 during my lunch break, bring her back to her friend's house (which, conveniently is right across the street from my office), and get back to work by 1:00. I'll pick her up after work and go home.

Uh oh. I forgot. I have a doctor's appointment at 4:45. I have to call the friend's mother and see if she can watch her until around 6:00 when I can pick her up. It's way out of the way, but I'm grateful she is so welcome.

OK. Friday solved (except for son; I have to figure out who will get him off the bus after half-day dismissal).

Phew!

Saturday; no problem! Daughter's cheerleading was originally scheduled for Saturday morning so hubby could have taken her there while I'm stitching with Mom and Sis. I found out soon enough (2 days before) that it was changed to 6:00 Saturday night.

No sweat.

Hubby can come with us to the casino for lunch while Sweet Niece watches our kids. We can be back in time for daughter's game.

Wait a minute.

Hubby just told me that son's football game is Saturday at 12:30. We were originally planning on getting to the casino around 1:00 so we could catch the lunch buffet. Oh well. We'll have to wait for son's game to end before we can go. My husband feels bad, though, because daughter would miss her game. I completely understand. You can't go to son's game and blow off daughter's.

There is no solution thus far to this puzzle. I'll push it aside for now.

At least we can have a family day on Sunday.

Not so fast.

"I leave on Sunday", hubby said.

Me: Where are you going?

Him: Remember? I'm going to North Carolina for work.

Me: But that's not until October!

Him: No. It's Sunday.

Me: But I thought it was October 22nd or something. You told me it changed from September to October!

Him: No I didn't. I have the itinerary right here.

Me: (looking at the itinerary) Oh.

Him: That's why I kept asking you to see if your mom could get the kids off the bus on Monday and Tuesday.

Me: I haven't asked her yet because October 22nd was too far away.

Him: It's not October. It's next week.

Me: Oh. So what are we going to do?

Him: Call your mother and see if she can get the kids off the bus!

Me: She's going to yell at me because I ALWAYS wait until the last minute. Only this ISN'T THE LAST MINUTE!

Him: (silence)

Several minutes later:

Me: Hi mom!

Mom: Hello. What's up?

I explain the situation to her.

Mom: I can do it, but why do you always wait until the last minute????

OK; back to Sunday. I have a great plan. Sweet niece can stay overnight on Saturday. On Sunday morning we can go back to Mom's, have a nice breakfast and spend time with Sis and Sweet Niece. Sissy will probably leave around noon, and I'll be able to get hubby to the airport in time.

At least next week will be easier. Everything is written down on our calendar so there won't be any more conflicts.

Yeah, right.....