Too Soon / Too Late

My husband and daughter flew to Detroit this afternoon for an office visit with her retina surgeon today.   My husband was getting things together for the trip and, to me, seemed to have far more that needed to be done given the time he had remaining before they left for the airport.   When I made a comment about how he was going to fit it all in, he told me not to worry.  

He did get most of the things done on his list, leaving some of the things he was thinking about doing that had nothing to do with the trip and could be done later.    I told him I didn’t know how he did it, cramming it all in at the last minute—what if something came up?

He’s had similar comments for me in the past, only they’ve been in the opposite direction as I tend to start preparing for a trip days before we leave, which sometimes leaves me with not that much to do just before we depart.  

I don’t mind it my way, because I don’t have to rush at the end.   He doesn’t mind it his way because he doesn’t have to deal with it until shortly before we leave.   Both ways work.

The Big Boy Update:  My son and I played a memory game today with cards given to him by Uncle Jonathan.   He was interested in how the game was supposed to be played—the one who makes the most matches by remembering where the cards are wins—but he didn’t like that version as much as the version he made up.  I “played” his version for over twenty minutes without understanding a single rule save that he got to have most of the cards despite my attempts to protect them, including putting the game box over them towards the end.   We had fun though, which I suppose is the real point of playing a game.

The Tiny Girl Chronicles:  My daughter was cleaning the shower door with a spray bottle and cloth this morning (she loves to clean things with a spray bottle) when she suddenly said, “I wish all my wishes would come true.”  I asked her what she was wishing for, hoping against hope she wouldn’t say something devastating like, “I just wish I could see again.”  But no, she told me she wished she could have a train in the back yard…and a carousel.