This morning a friend called me from a nearby park and asked if Baby Bug and I would like to meet her there. Since I had the day off, I thought it was a great idea. All I had to do was get Baby Bug ready to go.
Sounds easy, right? Wrong.
First I had to give her a bath since she still had some of her breakfast in her hair causing it to stick out in every direction. She has to be presentable to take out in public. You never know who you might run into . . . a work friend, a Mom from Girlie Girl’s school, or worse yet, an ex-boyfriend.
Then I had to choose the right outfit. A hat for the sun. A jacket in case it gets cold. Sunglasses. Sunscreen. An extra outfit in case of emergency. Extra diapers and wipes. Anti-bacterial gel. Snacks. A Blanket. Of course, a cooler with cups of milk. On and on and on.
DH sat there laughing at my extensive preparation. “Gee, you’re only going to the park.”
I don’t know how he does it. When he leaves the house with the kids, all he grabs is the diaper bag (doesn’t even check to make sure everything is there) and a couple of bottles of milk.
Me, I need a good 45 mintues to plan and organize and prep and pack. I try to prepare for every possible situation that may occur.
Somtimes I wish I could be as easy going as he is. He takes everything in stride and I have never seen him stress over anything. Even when the situation calls for it. I don’t know, maybe it’s a guy thing.
In any case, if you’re ever in town and would like to meet for lunch, please give me at least 2 hours notice. Even then I can’t make any promises that I’ll be there on time.
What about you? If someone called you up out of the blue, how long would it take for you to get ready and leave?