I don't need to micromanage everything

 

Humboldt morning sky.

My husband's sixtieth birthday is approaching and we're hosting a party. Our eldest daughter has organized much of it over the last several months, as it was unknown to my hubby until the end of last month. He was GOBSMACKED, in a very nice way, and now it's days from happening.

Time really moves at its own fickle pace, in that when this party first came into being, spring was flirting with our part of the state, but in full swing in the SF Bay Area, where our daughter lives. Today I wore a turtleneck, the first of this autumn season. We ran a lot of errands, some party-related, some not. I finished reading through The Hawk Book 2 yesterday, and no editing occurred today, nor any sewing. I just spent the last hour adding To Do's from the party spreadsheet onto my phone in the form of reminders, including that of Fill in white board with day's tasks. The white board dwells in the mud room, we probably need markers for it as it came with the house and we never use it, and we've had this house for four years, so....

So it will come in very handy next week, plenty to be done and plenty of folks to assist. I've made scrupulous notes, but that's my way, better to be prepared than not. I like lists, reminders. I like knowing what to do and when to do it. I can be spontaneous, yet not when two dozen people are coming and everyone needs to be fed.

I'm tired; I woke at two a.m. with party thoughts teeming in my brain! I'm hoping to sleep better tonight, also hoping to finish this post before I nod off, lol. I remember the first time the day after a large gathering that I felt exhausted; I was thirty-two and woke the next day weary. Alcohol wasn't a factor, just having been on my feet all day meanwhile keeping an eye on the kids, who at the time were ten, eight, and six years old. Is that possible, because my grandkids are nine, six and a half, and five and a half. It's certainly the truth, but my daughters, in their mid and early thirties, have no idea how their energy levels won't always be like they are now.

That doesn't have anything to do with micromanaging, just in realizing that humans age, change, still throw parties but require as many reminders as we can give ourselves, HAH! Reminders on devices, on white boards, on spreadsheets.... That's fine, I have no shame. Better living through technology is one of my mottos, or chemistry, whichever is applicable. Yet micromanaging is wearying, in that exactly how many reminders do I need? All I can get, with the sense that I'm, I'm, I'm....

REALLY tired. Like I can barely keep my eyes open. It's 8.33 p.m., and I don't know what the sense is, was, will be???? It's bedtime on this Saturday night, please forgive any glaring typos.