Who throws a wrench in your plans?

My husband did earlier this week. I led a chaotic life as it with three children and a husband. Wait...make that four children. When one of them throws me off, it can throw my whole day off. I was out taking my son to school and thought that I would plan my day smartly and take care of a few of my own errands for once.

I wanted to go in a circle and end up back at my home, like I teach others to do when running their own errand or concierge service. I went up the street and stopped at the dry cleaners. Moved through the parking lot and made a mad dash into the grocery store to pick up items to make two separate dinners. I then ran through the Post Office and went on my way home. Proud at how fast I had accomplished my errands.

I got home and called my husband to come out and grab some of the stuff from the car. He gets to the car and tells me, "Oh, I thought you had stopped by McDonald's to get some breakfast." I wanted to throw the bottle of spaghetti sauce at his head, but thought about the mess I would have to clean up afterwards and how it would throw me off schedule even more, and chose not to. I told him I would go grab some food and then he would have to come back out and empty out the rest of the car.

Although it didn't take long to complete the task of getting breakfast, the fact that it wasn't in my schedule distracted me from what I had planned. Lately, I have tried to stick to a stricter schedule because I have a lot of activities coming up this month, but it just isn't working out like I had planned. Oh heck, until I can get the kids out of the house and whack my husband over the head with my cane each time he pulls a task out of his hat, I guess I will pick up that wrench and put it in my back pocket.