I have this habit of planning things down to detail. When it works out as planned (or when there’s only minor variation), I’m happy. When it doesn’t, I get very, very bummed. It’s a stupid, perfectionist habit that I should break, but when it works, it works beautifully and I get a lot of enjoyment out of it. Of course, the reverse is also true.

I had a lot of things planned for our Easter holiday. Not down to the finest detail, but in general. Then yesterday, M got sick. Again. It hasn’t been a full month from the last time he was sick (after which I had my nasty week-long illness), but here we are again. So that pretty much wrecked all my plans, which led to a meltdown last night that I fortunately recovered from fairly quickly, but boy it still stings. Of course, there’s a real chance I’ll get it from him again, although I’m trying to take all precautions now because I really, really don’t want to get sick again.

*sigh*