As someone who likes to plan ahead, I may inadvertently convey that everything goes more smoothly for us than it does. Let me assure you that it doesn’t. I plan, but my plans don’t always work out. I am reminded of a cartoon that I saw on our church bulletin board years ago. It said, “God’s response to a five-year plan: Ha. Ha. Ha.” When my plans go awry, it is sometimes not my fault. Other times, it is. As my caregiving responsibilities increase, I notice that it is more the latter. Here are a few examples of the kind of things that I am slipping up on.
As you know, Kate and I go to Casa Bella the first three Thursdays each month. Because we are regulars, we don’t make reservations. We only call if we are not going to be there. The first Thursday in November I slipped up. We were just finishing dinner at another restaurant when I received a call asking if we were still coming. We rushed over and enjoyed the program.
This past Tuesday I was to “attend” a conference call meeting for a committee on which I serve. Although it was on my calendar, I forgot it.
Early last week I received a package with a cardigan sweater that I ordered online. I tried it on to make sure it fit. It did, but I had a little difficulty getting the zipper to work. It took me a couple of tries. It wasn’t until yesterday that I decided to wear it. This time I was unable to zip it at all. Now I need to send it back. In the meantime, I had thrown out the package and accompanying label and instructions should I need to return it. In this case, I didn’t create the problem with zipper, but I normally hold on to packaging and other materials just in case. For some reason, I didn’t follow my normal procedure. It’s not a big deal to correct the problem, but it creates an extra task that I could have easily avoided.
A week ago the father of someone with whom I have worked professionally died. His service was yesterday afternoon. I hadn’t worried about our making it because I had written it on my calendar for 2:30. That should have given me plenty of time to get Kate ready and to have lunch before leaving. Kate has been tired this week. It was just after noon before she got up. This required me to rush her a little more than either of us wanted. She got ready quickly, and we left for lunch right after 1:00.
Knowing that the service was 25 minutes away and that we didn’t have a lot of time to eat, I decided to stop by Panera. When we arrived, it was unusually busy. We couldn’t park as close as we usually do, and it was cold and rainy. Once inside I discovered a long line waiting to order. There were very few seats, so we sat at a community table. Kate is a slow eater. In fact, she does everything more slowly now. It was 1:50 when we left for the church. We arrived with six or seven minutes to spare only to discover that the service was over. It was a short service and started at 2:00, not 2:30 as I had entered on my calendar. That left us with a long 25-minute drive home.
These are all things that anyone could do, but they are not typical for me. I take this as another sign that being a caregiver has an impact in ways we may not perceive or expect. It is easy to become distracted. As we left Panera yesterday, I extended my hand to help Kate step off the curb. As I did, I was carrying an unfinished cup of coffee in my other hand and spilled it on my coat and shirt sleeve. So much for having everything perfectly under control.
