Flexibility... I Hate You

I'm not good with change. Actually, let me rephrase that: Change gives me hives and makes me utterly and completely stabby. It's not pretty. I know this about myself and work to keep change and chaos at bay. Lots of lists, an iron will that is fueled by coffee, and a crazed need for perfection all help me keep change and chaos firmly in check.

Yeah, spare me the quotes about how change is good for you, how you need to go with the flow, yada yada. It gives me hives. For real.

So here I am, my day planned to the minute as I prep for Ren Faire auditions tomorrow, company tomorrow night, catching up from playing hookey yesterday, and trying to get slightly further on the second novel... You can see where this is going, right? Yep, BAM, sick kid. I know he's really sick because he's giving up an all day field trip where they're taking actual nice buses instead of the ubiquitous yellow school buses.

I haven't gotten the front rooms shaken out, the Schnoodle hasn't been walked yet, and the kitchen needs some serious attention. Did I mention company cleaning plus a huge pile of paperwork that must be done today??? I'm moving slowly, there's people underfoot, and my list seems to be looming like some big, looming, mocking thing.

Sigh. The Universe is trying to teach me to be flexible again. I wish it would stop. We both know what's going to happen -- I'll fail the lesson, end up cranky and stabby, and no one will enjoy the day. Well, the Turtle will because I have to clean his tank and he loves the freedom to try and catch the Schnoodle. Ok, thatwill be hysterical because there's nothing like watching a Yellow-Bellied Slider attempt to chase a seventeen pound, poncy Schnoodle who is fleeing in utter terror. The dedication the Turtle shows in this is pretty inspiring.

That's it! I shall focus on the day like the Turtle focuses on the Schnoodle. I may not catch it, but I'll sure as Hell put the fear of God into it!