Have I ever told you the story of my marriage with Jessica?  No, not that story.  The other story about how we’re two totally different people madly in love, and lovingly mad about stupid things because I’m lazy and she’s an over-planner?  Yeah, she’s amazing with the planning, she compensates for my laziness by 1000% by planning that I’ll be lazing, too.  She has to because otherwise I’d probably barely be able to change my clothes on a regular basis.  Its even worse that I work from home and so I don’t deal with the normal social strains of needing to bathe or shave or brush my teeth regularly.  I do those things because I’m crazy in love with my life-planner life-partner.

My wife and I see family events as two different opportunities.  I see the family event as a chance to hang out.  She sees it as an opportunity to plan out everyone’s well being.  She’s not trying to micro-manage, she just wants to be prepared in case the family, in a mutinous outcry, declares they’re “bored.”  By planning for their boredom she’ll be able to list off at least three wonderful alternatives guaranteed to give 90% or more of the people endorphins, which by my count, is well better than half.  I think it may be more, but I’m simply too lazy to count.  

The thing I’ve learned is that planning can be good for me.  It helps me grow and it helps others find me mostly reliable.  My wife has found that not planning everything down to a tee is good because that means she doesn’t have to sweat every detail.  Together we have grown fond of planning to not plan on some things.  

Of course I’m still lazy, but at least I planned on being that way