The best laid plans…

“An optimist is someone who is on death row who is also a member of Weight Watchers” – Jonathon Katz

Had it all planned perfectly, didn’t I.

A few weeks of intense family time at the beach, followed by a week at home in the real world. I had booked myself up with all sorts of things that I had been neglecting. Such as work commitments, meetings I had put off, eyebrows that needed intense rehabilitation and all manner of things mundane.

I felt great, having given the kids weeks of my 100% attention and love. We played Uno for hours, read together, talked a lot about what cakes we could make together, if indeed I felt the need to bake. Which I didn’t.

So I had no guilt when I booked them into Tennis Camp this week. Why, we even have cousin Rosie staying to attend the tennis camp.

To be honest, they were relieved as well. I fear that they had grown sick of the sight of their mother coming towards them with sunscreen in one hand, and a deck of cards in the other.

So yesterday, I packed them all off to Tennis Camp. I waved them goodbye from the door before closing it, and then did the dance of the Mother Who Had The House To Herself.

It was about 30 minutes later, as I lay on the couch watching Housewives of Whatever, I heard the sound of footsteps and the familiar chatter of my offspring.

Turns out tennis camp is NEXT WEEK.

So if you live in my hood and see a couple of free range kids looking bored and longingly at our house from the road, tell them to come home when the street lights come on.

Just kidding. As an optimist, they are now a part of my plan.

Screen Shot 2014-01-14 at 8.11.17 AMAnd they are totally thrilled about it.

Have you ever had a plan that has become unravelled due to your own incompetence?