It’s October tomorrow. That means I’ve a lot of planning to do. For instance:
Planning in further detail our trip to Ireland at the end of the month –
- what I’ll wear
- what I have to buy in order to wear these things
- how I’ll masquerade as a stylish person instead of a slobby soccer mom who wears the same pair of jeans and scuffed mary-janes every single day
- if the kids need new shoes for all the walking in rain that will happen (answer: yes)
And boring stuff like
- car seats to borrow
- things for kids to do on the journey
- touristy-type things we might do when we’re there, now that the children are a little older
- people I need to contact to see if we can pin down when we might see them
- how wet an Autumn they’ll be having for those specific two weeks
Also, not to forget,
- working out our best marathon-viewing opportunities, because of course B is running the marathon.
Then, as a subheading, we have not merely
- Halloween in Dublin: do we have to bring costumes? what costumes? where will we do the trick-or-treating? does B want to do some sort of elaborate themed family thing? (Answer: over my dead body; only if he organizes the whole thing; therefore, no.) Dash is talking about some variation on last year (Luke Skywalker) that involves a green lightsaber (very specifically) and a brown cloak and I think it’s just a ploy to get a new lightsaber when it’s neither his birthday nor Christmas.
but also (sigh, sunrise sunset, etc),
- Mabel’s fifth birthday, in Dublin: do we have a family party? In which case, where? Can I bake a cake in our Air B’n’B rental apartment? Do we bring presents to Dublin? (No. What sort of idiot do you take me for?) But then I need to buy or order presents before we go so they’re here when we get back.
And of course, planning a birthday party with her friends for the weekend after we get back, when we’ll be only just over the jet lag but I’ll still be expected to infuse us all with sugar some more and again and repeatedly, unless she wants a broccoli cake which sounds to me like a great idea but maybe not to her brother’s taste.
Which planning will not be a trivial matter even though I can just bung an evite out there (thank the deity for evites; I love ’em) because we’ll have to figure out
(a) just girls?
(b) which girls?
(c) just girls and one boy?
(e) just the one sibling of the one boy so Dash has a friend?
(f) and the one who’s the twin of one of the girls?
(g) but then, what about the boy whose birthday party she’s attending next week?
And then we have to hammer out the decision in such a way that she doesn’t decide the next day and every next day after that to change her mind in some new and unspecified direction. Which probably means just inviting feckin’ everyone.
And then, there’s always looking way ahead to Christmas and making a cake and planning to go to the Nutcracker for the first time and whatever other things we should do when we have Christmas here instead of in Ireland.
So you can see why planning what we’re having for dinner tonight has just fallen completely by the wayside. Maybe there’s something in the freezer.
|Think calming thoughts.|