Itβs a doozy. The filthiest of four-letter words β as far as my husband is concerned anyway.
What, you ask, is this horrible, horrible word that he hates so much? Can it even appear in print?
Yes, it can and I will tell you. Ready? The nastiest of nasties isβ¦. plan.
And, based on segments of my life that revolve around complicated kid sporting schedules and male coaches, I am gonna guess heβs not the only guy who shudders at the βpβ word.
Now I admit, I may be a little hypersensitive in this area. I come from a family that has always so painstakingly mapped out daily schedules that trips to the bathroom were planned. (This kind of poo-paredness would have been an amazing thing to instill in No. 3, who at ages 3, 4, 5 and 6 immediately required a lengthy restroom stop upon arrival at any store to which he was dragged.)
Still, there has to be some sort of balance between over-planning and giving your significant other, oh, 10-20 minutesβ heads-up for an event that requires a gift to be purchased, a babysitter to be hired and at least half an hour of primping.
A mom can dream.
So, with that history established, you can understand my near immediate panic one evening when Big Daddy, hearing an email alert only he can, pulls his cell phone out of his pocket.
βDo we have any plans Friday night?β he asks.
For the record, it was Wednesday. Night.
βNot that I know of.β
I am, however, usually the last to know.
He then goes on to say that his college roomie is coming into town with his family and wants to get together with us and another roomieβs posse.
We quickly run through our options, which include hosting dinner, and though his lips were still moving, I couldnβt hear him over the clanking of the planning lobe of my brain shifting into high gear. Thatβs a dozen people...What kind of menu... When am I going to get to the store? When am I gonna cook? Fridayβs a late carpool pickup! Aaaagh!
Twenty minutes later, the father of my children casually asks, βWhen is UA homecoming anyway?β
Cue the screechy scratch of a needle getting yanked off a vinyl record.
βWait β theyβre going to be here for homecoming? Thatβs next month, not Friday.β
Plot twist: His friend PLANS! For realsies PLANS! Not just 10 minutes ahead, but a whole month in advance. How come I didnβt date him in college?
Just so you can truly appreciate how this all played out through, read on and experience the thrills of emale. Names, except mine of course, have been changed to avoid potential lawsuits because one friend and his wife actually are lawyers.
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Wed, Sep 23, 2015 at 10:21 PM
To Dude 2, Dude 3
Subject: UA homecoming
I just finalized plans for the family.
We get in late on Thursday and leave early on Sunday.
Weβd love to see you guys. Let me know if we can swing an invite to the tailgate and/or some game tickets.
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Sep 24, 2015 12:11 PM
To Dude 1, Dude 3
RE: UA homecoming
Great news. Weβd love to get together and Friday works for us. Kristen has plans Saturday night so maybe I can bring the kids to the tailgate, since weβll be in the market for someone willing to cook for us ...
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Interestingly, I had no plans Saturday night. Perhaps he had me confused with his other wife?
And, that was it. For a month. Then β ta da β this arrives. Note the date. At this point, though, I was just thankful to now be looped into the reindeer games.
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Oct 20 at 11:03 AM
To Kristen Cook
RE: UA homecoming
How does dinner Friday night sound? We can pull one of the outdoor tables inside and set up a kids table in the front room ...
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Oct 20 at 1:57 PM
To Dude 1, Dude 3
CC Kristen Cook
RE: UA homecoming
Weβd be happy to host everyone for dinner Friday. Our house food prep staff tells me itβll be buffet style Mexican. We can plan on eating around 6 p.m. so you guys can make it to the bonfire.
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βHouse food prep staffβ?! That stung even more after this:
Oct 20 at 2:10 PM
To Dude 1, Dude 2
CC Kristen Cook
RE: UA homecoming
Sent my bride an email. I have nothing on my calendar but
that is typical. I will confirm but
count us in.
Did you catch that β Dude 3 sweetly refers to his wife as his βbride.β Why didnβt I date him in college?
When the big day rolled around β the house food prep staff, by the way, did an amazing job β I couldnβt help but point out the difference in how Dude 3 referred to his wife versus my questionable term of endearment. My first husband insisted he was just kidding, that he thought it was funny. His friends nodded in agreement.
βMaterial for your column! Itβs a gift!β
I suppose. But, he better not try to count this as a Christmas present.