I heard the words as they were coming out of my mouth… how couldn’t they?
Would you please fold up the blankets?
Please fold the blankets and put them on the couch…
Have you folded the blankets? Please take care of them!
This was my evening.
A few months ago, Brad and I decided to start having a weekly Family Meeting. One of the main reasons – at the beginning – was that I needed a way to get everyone on the same page for our weekly schedule. (Remember me – the ultimate planner?!?)
Growing up, our birthdays were often extended to at include least the week – if not the month! So, when Brad told me he was taking me out to dinner for my birthday the weekend after my birthday, it didn’t strike me as anything out of the ordinary.
He was really excited about it, and I had just chalked it up to a new place we were trying, and maybe some time away from the kids. Until we pulled up to the restaurant and I saw a familiar face through the window.
I have never been accused of being spontaneous. I am someone who truly loves routine. Lists (and crossing off things once they’re done) make me really happy. I even created a cleaning and laundry schedule when I became Home Manager (thanks for the new title, Spence!). Yep, I’m that kind of person.
It’s my birthday and I woke up to a, “Happy Birthday!” from Brad and the kids, calls from my mom and dad, texts from friends on my phone, and messages on my Facebook page. How can it be anything but a great day?!?
