Lucky Dorito

When my husband and I first started dating, he was very much a “planner”. He liked to plan everything. He had lists about his plans … what he wanted to do around the house, movies he planned to see, whatever. As a matter of fact, I wasn’t real sure if there would be an “us” because a serious relationship didn’t really fit into his plan at the time I came into his life. (Luckily, he realized a good thing when he had it and revamped that plan! he he he)

He also has a tendency to be a “multiple pile” person. He keeps work-related journals and junk mail in stacks that become big “piles” and when the pile gets too tall, the slippery magazines will start to slide off to one side or the other. So one large pile becomes “multiple piles”. We have actually moved boxes of these “piles” from house to house because when the piles get just too much for me to take, I stack them in a box. One box becomes two, two becomes three, you get the picture. When the dreaded happens, you know - company coming over (and a major “stash-fest” occurs) … and the box gets moved to the garage or basement and forgotten about over time.

For years I’ve told him if our house were to ever catch on fire, we’d be in serious trouble with all these paper products hanging around! I mean, seriously, how long does it take to go through the mail each day? Get rid of the trash, save the journals for the weekend or some evening when you’ve got a minute and SKIM over them. Most journals can be found online nowadays, so why keep ALL of them? But he says “I want to READ it.” It used to drive me crazy… but I have decided it’s not worth fussing about anymore. (Can’t you tell - I’m over it? hehe) His desk is now in a separate office - that I don’t even have to GO IN if I don’t want to see the stacks!! And, duh, I finally realized that if I purge most of the stuff that I deem “unnecessary” by a cursory look at the envelope that the piles don’t grow as quickly. Just don’t tell him I said that!

He began a graduate program to get his doctorate degree a few years ago (and is thankfully nearing completion now) so lots more *stuff* has been getting shoved to the back burner in order to work full time and study and be a dad and husband. I am extremely proud of his tenacity to juggle the many late nights and weekends spent studying and still trying to be somewhat available to us but I tell ya, I will be so HAPPY when he is done, as I’m sure he will be too.

Anyway, I intended to write about “plans”. Slight detour, but it explains alot about him, I think. There is truth to the “opposites attract” theory. Weekends such as this past one, when our plans were turned topsy-turvy by an unexpected illness, did not even ruffle his feathers. All these years of living with women that can’t make up their minds on what to wear, let alone, what we want to accomplish in the next five years has softened his resolve somewhat. Oh, he’d still like to plan things out if he could - but he has finally come to grips with the fact that life demands flexibility. I’m not sure if having a wife and three daughters has helped with that or if it’s just a sign that he has matured since those fresh-out-of-college days of our early years.

I, on the other hand, have always been a go-with-the-flow kind of gal… whatever that means. I don’t mind last minute changes in the plan at all. For instance, I am not the least bit perturbed that I am spending a few days at home this week when I had PLANNED to be working. (Ya blame me? he he he)

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