Itâ€™s official. Eighty percent of our family is now back at school.
Naturally, not much about the first day went according to The Plan I painstakingly detailed in The Land of My Mind.
The night before school started, for instance, the garbage disposal clogged, impertinent enough to reject the straw
I someone inadvertently put in it. When LCB attempted to rectify my the mistake, I suddenly heard two loud, ummâ€¦sounds. One came from the sink. The other came from LCB. Water was everywhere.
The sink itself had detached from the countertop and fallen to the bottom of the cabinet.
Naturally, as this involved LCB, we had to spend two hours of our evening discussing the best plan of attack for fixing the sink. LCB maintained that, given how busy heâ€™d been lately, it made sense to call a professional. But then we invested so much time in discussing the situation and what he would do if he were to fix it himself (hypothetically speaking), that he finally decided to go ahead and fix it himself since he had already put so much time into the whole project.
This is the person I make most major decisions with.
I also did not get up 40 minutes early to exercise. Iâ€™m not sure if I mentioned this earlier, but my plan was to exercise every morning before everyone woke up. This, I realized, will never, ever, ever happen. Not even once.
Everything did run very smoothly, however, in the pre-dawn hours of preparing for our first day of school.
And then the small people got up.
So you can imagine where it all went from there.
Itâ€™s hard to imagine how the following picture could be more staged and totally non-representative of the moment.
Nothing about this moment was remotely serene. Despite having enough foresight to have my daughter plan ahead what she wanted do with her hair for the first day of school, I forgot to allow for a last-minute change of heart on her part. So, of course there was one. While I was not-so-calmly explaining to her that her mother is not a hair professional and would not be able to bring her new personal â€œvisionâ€ for her hair to fruition, the boys somehow forgot that they were supposed to be readying themselves for school and began building Legos.
Thus, our final moments before walking out the door involved Baby-girl trying not to cry the tears of a dream deferred and her mother trying not to break into her high-pitched hysterical morning routine while the men of the family all stood quietly by, strangely impervious to how far the morningâ€™s events had deviated from The Plan.
Ah, well. Not to worry. The Plan for next year is already being formulated in The Land of My Mind.