Change of Plans

I had specific plans for today. I was supposed to work on the upcoming Regional Meetings today. I was going to get caught up so next week would be easier than this past week. I had every intention of actually getting some work done at night instead of blogging and chatting (thanks to you hooch, I’m not getting any work done these days).

So I got up this morning, and instead of sticking to my plan I had my usual two cups of coffee, scanned the newspaper, fixed my “Best-Ever Buttered Toast” for the girls, jumped in the shower, practiced a couple of faces in the mirror, took the pooch to the groomer, dropped Goose off at gymnastics, went grocery shopping at the $1,000 store…Wal-Mart (huge mistake), picked Goose up from gymnastics, took Goose “MUDD” jeans shopping (the only kind that fit her tiny butt), chatted with the neighbor about the other neighbor (bless her heart), French-braided the twins and their dollies hair, watched football, couldn’t find GA Tech on TV (we played DUKE) so tuned in on the radio, picked up the pooch, did laundry and while putting laundry away ended up in my closet.

What’s in the closet? Well too many things to count, but the one thing that got me sidetracked was my keepsake chest. I opened up after not doing so in a very long time. These things were placed there at one time or another because it represented something of importance in my life.

Let’s see… I found my cheekie, an antique fishing reel from my Grandfather, a change purse that Mom sewed a ladybug onto & would pin it to the inside of my shirt so I would not lose my lunch money in kindergarten. My first softball glove that “Chief Knock-a-Homa” autographed at my first Braves game. My first game ball I won lay in the bottom. There were letters from my Grandma, the girls baby teeth, Philip’s funeral program, and PopRocks (my favorite candy of all time which I’ve put up in case they stop making it). There were other things that took me from today to yesterday.

I heard the patter of little feet and giggling. “What’s that mom? Mom what’s that stuff? Mom pleaaaasseee can we see?” I just smiled and could think of nothing better than explaining why & how these things that seemed so insignificant had earned a spot in the chest.

Not only did I teach my girls a little something, I learned something new myself… there’s nothing wrong with a change of plans.