In an attempt to act like my life is just a series of romantic gestures, getaways, and straight-out-of-a-movie, I am here to tell you that I am taking a trip.
Was I just in my classroom working on a word wall that was so mathematically difficult that it was undeniably confirmed that I cannot teach in the upper grades? Yes.
Was I expecting a lunch and movie date with the husband after I conquered the word wall (that I wanted to change my mind about and instead make it into a bulletin board about mazes and crooked lines instead)? Yes.
Except, while I was working, I got a text.
And my husband planned a spontaneous trip up to Paso Robles. We are going to visit the winery that we are members of and go wine tasting . . . and we get to bring Murphie because the hotel is dog friendly and the winery is, too!
I am not spontaneous.
Ever. I like to plan things. Such as word walls that are impossible to build. Or when I will have wine. And where I will have wine. Such as at night on my couch. Or in the afternoon in my backyard. Not six hours away at a winery that I wasn’t expecting to go to because we hadn’t planned it ahead of time.
I had plans to research word wall packs on TpT and laminate the stuff and cut out the laminate along with a whole slew of other exciting things to do this weekend. I mean, I had real plans.
BUT. After almost seventeen years of marriage, I remembered what I was supposed to say to my husband when he wanted to do something spontaneous.
Instead of a flat-out no (which, apparently, is the wrong thing to say, by the way) . . . I said, “Let me think about it.”
Are you dying? My teammates were dying . . . and they thought I was out of my mind. GO, they said.
But I have plans, I said!
But in the end, after about five minutes of figuring and reconfiguring my plans with the laminate, I said yes.
So even though I had thought I might blog tonight and tomorrow and Sunday, I won’t be doing that.
So check in!
And remember . . . my life is always like this. Romantic gestures, getaways and straight-out-of-a-movie.
We never just sit on the couch and make a marathon out of Mad Men or Sons of Anarchy or Scandal or Downton Abbey or any of those shows and eat snacks and nap. Nope. Not us.
How about you? Are you spontaneous? Because I am not. But I am working on it. I have made plans to work on it.