The Illusion of Control
There is a military aphorism that runs something like, "Even the best laid plan never survives first contact." I've got my weekend pretty well planned out, but I know there isn't a snowball's chance in hell the it'll go the way I think it should.
Saturday I get to watch my son for a few hours in the morning. Then, Charlie and I will head up to the Queen to plumb our little hearts out. My wife works all afternoon. We're supposed to meet up at home at the end of the day. Then we have an exciting number of chores to attend to (cleaning house, grocery shopping, painting and installing new bathroom trim, and who knows what else).
Sunday, my mom has volunteered to come up to scrape wallpaper in the master bedroom. I'm guessing that Charlie and I will still be plumbing, and perhaps the Mrs. will come along for an exciting day of manual labor.
Now, what'll actually happen remains to be seen. On the upside, the weather is supposed to be beautiful.
Saturday I get to watch my son for a few hours in the morning. Then, Charlie and I will head up to the Queen to plumb our little hearts out. My wife works all afternoon. We're supposed to meet up at home at the end of the day. Then we have an exciting number of chores to attend to (cleaning house, grocery shopping, painting and installing new bathroom trim, and who knows what else).
Sunday, my mom has volunteered to come up to scrape wallpaper in the master bedroom. I'm guessing that Charlie and I will still be plumbing, and perhaps the Mrs. will come along for an exciting day of manual labor.
Now, what'll actually happen remains to be seen. On the upside, the weather is supposed to be beautiful.
posted by John | 3:54 AM
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