I will be honest: I am not loving February. The kids have been trading around a stomach bug. I have been feeling queasy for the past week, though I have mostly kept it together. The weather is bad. The schools had a two-hour delay on Monday for ice. We had one this morning too, which soon morphed into a total closure. Not that I got to sleep in as a result; the 3-year-old bounded out of bed, yelling for me at 5:30 a.m.
So I am in a bit of a foul mood, which is probably why I am writing about today’s topic: planning fatigue.
I am, by nature, a planner. I think about what I need to do, and what I’d like to do, and I figure when these things can go on my calendar.
From studying a great many time logs, and from interviewing people who manage to do a lot professionally and personally, I know that being a planner is generally a good thing. The planners are the ones who exercise regularly, because they’ve thought to set their alarms in time to get to the gym in the morning. The planners are the ones carving out Monday mornings for their top priority work, which they get done, thus making progress toward their professional goals. They are the ones who think to book a babysitter and see if friends are available, and then make the dinner reservation. They understand that you can do all sorts of things with a demanding job and a demanding personal life, you just have to make arrangements ahead of time.
Those of us who are planners naturally wind up doing a lot of the planning for our families. The issue is that once you start doing the planning for other people, it can get tiresome. You are not just planning in the things that you want to do, you’re planning in things that other people want to do, or say they want to do but then argue about, or don’t really want to do, but have to get done, and so forth.
And this can lead to resentment. And rebellion.
Which is how I have found myself in full-on planning fatigue. After planning various other things of late, I announced that I simply could not plan spring break.
My husband has said he will do it. We shall see how this goes.
I suppose I will snap out of this eventually. I do know that when I think through my weekends ahead of time, they go much better, which is somewhat of a motivation to suck it up. Thanks to my post-holiday winter fun list, I have already planned a few fun things for future weekends (like an early March one that will involve a Sixers game AND the flower show). I have also been putting time limits on things. Like hunting for the exact right block of tickets at that Sixers game. There were many options; I went with the best one I could find in five minutes.
In the meantime, I’m hoping to go on a wonderfully well-planned vacation that I DON’T HAVE TO PLAN. A girl can dream…
Do you ever suffer from planning fatigue?