My need for speed (and a tightly woven plan)
Posted on April 29th, 2008.
I’ve recently realized how much of a “planner” I am. I’m kind of a weird “planner” because I don’t apply it to all areas of my life. But, when it comes to road trips and schedules I am the ultimate planner. That’s probably a very positive way to describe it. Some, who shall remain nameless (tall bald guy with a gotee that lives with me), would probably call it more of a “Nazi” planner (I hope that isn’t politically incorrect, oh well, I’m not very political anyway).
A few weeks ago we took a road trip to San Antonio. I had predetermined that we needed to leave our house at exactly 10:50 am so that we could pick up Parker from school and be on the road by approximately 11:10am. I usually get a little edgy when we are trying to get out the door because it seems that someone is always trying to throw off my schedule (and it’s not the kids). We made it out the door by 11:00am so we were only 10 minutes behind. I figured we could make up some time somewhere along the way. We finally got on the road after picking up Parker and I felt I could finally relax, sort of.
Once we were on the freeway I immediately started calculating what cities we should pass through at certain times according to how many miles away they are and the rate of speed we are traveling. I have issues. I do this even when I try not to and it’s like a mini-plan forming in my head. I can’t stop! Well, we’ve been on the road for about an hour when Bill tells me he thinks he’s going to stop in Hillsboro and use the bathroom. I quickly told him, “I don’t think so buddy. I’ve had to go to the bathroom since we left and I’m holding it till Waco. Toughen up big guy.” What is wrong with me? Have I turned into a man after living with all of these boys? He asked me the exact same question. I wanted to let him stop because I felt slightly sorry for him but it would ruin the plan and I couldn’t let that happen. So my precious husband drove on in pain until we got to Waco.
We finally made it to San Antonio a little before 5pm. We were just 30 minutes off schedule. I decided to let it go and have fun. Besides, I had a day at Sea World coming up and had to schedule which shows to attend and in which order!
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………..and she planned the day at Sea World really well. Bill kinda messed her up though when after 7 hours and 3 tired babies we stopped to eat at Rudy’s on the way home. He and I came back to the table after ordering and he held “cups” in his hand for the drinks. Kel’s response was “Where is my diet coke?”. Bill held up the cups and said he was about to get the drinks…….wrong…..Kelli pointed to the “bottled” drinks in the case facing us…he is so sweet……without a word he went and exchanged the cups for bottled diet cokes. Sure am glad she is organized…….must have inherited that trait from Dad.