As your life is likely as busy as ours this time of year, I’m sure you are familiar with the reality of things not always working out as expected. It’s life. The planets are NOT all aligned for every event to occur without a hitch and if one can’t practice some flexibility in life then it’s going to be one bitter horsepill to swallow on a regular basis.
This weekend I was sure that we were fairly open in our schedule sans for two events: 1. Walk through Bethlehem on Saturday evening 2. Children’s Christmas program at our church Sunday afternoon. Now, in hindsight, one would think my spidey senses would have been tingling…ERROR, ERROR, ERROR at the complete ridiculousness of an “Open” schedule at this point in December, however, they failed me. My calendar, the one right on the wall of the kitchen. The one that we write our life on. The one I pass a million times a day. Yes. That one would have reminded me of all that was planned this weekend. And that would require looking at it. live and learn. live and learn. Fortunately, I did look at it Friday night, so I had a few hours to mentally prepare:
- Routine Saturday chores, cleaning, grocery shopping, etc…..AND get our youngest to her liturgical dance practice. It is the 3rd Sunday (Family Mass) and they perform a little dance and have practice the day before. Oops.
- “Happy birthday, Jesus” annual lunch with my grandparents. At our house. Menu???? Oops.
So, though it wasn’t a lot of extra activity, the activities DID require time management, organization and calm. We pulled it off (because generally I work better under pressure, not so great for my stress level, but TREMENDOUS for my focusing abilities).
Amid all the flurry of activity, the biggest disappointment was our Walk through Bethlehem. Having never been to this particular event, nor had I spoken to anyone who had an idea of how it all operated, we went in blind. Sadly, we made the call to exit the line after realizing we were looking at least a two-hour wait before we got it. We don’t do lines well. When we are ill-prepared for the line, it’s even worse. However, we regrouped, and drove around to look at Christmas light displays and ate cookies in the care (Dad totally rocked on THAT little preparation!!). So Plan “B” was a hit. Mostly. At least it restored harmony to the family. Mostly. And we were able to salvage the evening. Mostly.
The Roman Soldier casing the place…the only part we sa
Some of the lights from our drive
And because we weren’t busy enough, the baking bug hit me Sunday. Between Mass and the Christmas program, we baked away: Poppy seed bread. Chocolate chip cookies. Pumpkin chocolate chip cookies. and our family favorite, Buckeye Balls. I’m done. done. done. done. done.
Good lessons learned this weekend: Check the calendar. Always. Twice daily when it’s December (or May). Roll with it and be prepared to modify the “Plan”. Expectations are destined to fall short. Flexibility is king. Have plenty of preparations on hand. Or a decent time frame whilst the bread is baking to make an impromptu trip to Publix to re-stock. Enjoy. Every. Little. Moment. It will be January before we know it!