What is the Plan?
The Plan is There is No Plan.
Everybody wants a plan.
In this day and age where every minute can be scheduled, tracked and monitored and there’s to-do list and “second brain” software 1 it’s nice sometimes to have no plan.
No idea. Nothing planned.
This weekend is the not much planned weekend. Notice I didn’t say NO plan because there was indeed a plan. But she was off for the last week and BW was sick and and and, Dad needs a nap. We’re winging it this weekend.
The Child, on the other hand has some ideas on the activities that will happen this weekend.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you: The Plan:
I think this reads: Things I will do this weekend
This is a struggle but I’m going with: Tomorrow go to (friends name) birthday at Play U - and I have actually no idea what this says after that - something about a show. I think.
Sunday: Go Swim, Play with (friend) and watch shows (the tablet)
I especially like how “watching shows” is considered an activity. We need the nicer weather to come back so we can have a new activity added to the list.
I like to call it: Go outside and Play™
We Have That at Home
Today’s WHTAH are stickers of animals. These cost about 5 bucks for more than you will ever need.
At the time of writing I am wearing 3 stickers on my shirt placed by my beautiful daughter. She wanted to prank me so I pretended not to notice 2 and now I have forgotten that I have I have 3 animal stickers on my chest. It’s usually a pizza stain so this is normal to have some stain somewhere. I don’t go out a lot any more. I should change that.
So, stickers. She found these in the basement and decided she wanted to stick all 100 or so on the floor. As the person whose responsibility is to peel the stickers off the floor I suggested she stick a few on me instead.
It was either me or the dog so I took one for the team and became the sticker-ee for today. The dog can thank me later.
See? This is the stuff that comes into the house and you’re trying to figure out how the heck this stuff gets here. It’s not like we went out looking for stickers to buy but they’re here and pasted all over my chest.
I’m still having problems with my first brain
It’s hard to not notice when you’re getting sticker bombed.