Keeping track of my schedule when I was single was fairly simple. I carried around one of those scheduling calendars and a pen at all times, scribbling in the precise moment I made plans to do something…From happy hours to babysitting to kickboxing…It was all right there in my mini-calendar.
As the years went by, and I entered the electronic age…I grudgingly traded in my trusty paperback spiral bound day calendar and upgraded to Google Calendar right around the time I got engaged. The moment I did that, a whole new world of color-coded, scheduling bliss emerged–And it came at exactly the right time, as wedding plans were on a roll, and appointments and phone calls were part of my never-ending task list.
My then fiance (and now husband) has always made fun of my need to be organized at all times…He’s likened me to Monica from Friends, though I do NOT think I’m that bad…At any rate, he’s had a laugh or two about my incessant need to schedule every last detail of my life.
Yet…Whenever he wants to know if he can go out with the guys on a Saturday night or meet up with a pal after work, guess who he turns to?
Yep, that’s right…The anti-scheduling, fly-by-the-seat-of-his-pants man known as my husband always checks his Blackberry before he agrees to do something.
It was just yesterday when we were in the car, and he was trying to figure out a date and time when he could get together with his friend. I heard him say, “Hold on a sec, and let me check my Blackberry.”
I watched as he put his hand over phone to muffle his next sentence: “Hey hon, am I free to go over to so-and-so’s house tomorrow night?”
What a hypocrite, huh?!