Confession of a Control Freak:
Sunday is my 42nd birthday, and to celebrate, we're having a night out with some friends tomorrow night. Coffeeguy has elaborately planned a surprise night, and I know nothing of the details of where we are going or what we are doing. To give myself a little credit, I was totally ok with that, excited even, until last night. I started thinking about my outfit (he only gives me hints, and this one was that the girls are dressing up Up UP.) So I picked my outfit out, but am now thinking (as I do), "What if it's not right for where we are going?? What if we're doing a lot of walking?? What if there is air conditioning and I'm freezing???"
I'm also thinking, "Will there be gluten free food? Of course he must have checked, right? Will it be good, or look like this:"
Last night he was making little gift bags (I love adult party gift bags!!) and mentioned that he originally didn't think he'd had enough for 8 bags, but luckily he did. I mentioned that he must have meant 7, the usual number of friends, and he said, no, there are 8 people coming. Now of course I am thinking, "WHO IS THE EIGHTH PERSON??? Is it a friend from out of town? A fun friend of a friend? A guide in the city of Boston???? Who is the mysterious 8th person???"
And where are we going? Dinner, that much I know, but then what?? It is killing me! Is it dancing, bowling, or maybe:
I can't ask. Then I would spoil the surprise, and he has kept all of this secret for a month and a half.
Then there's the babysitting. My mother had heart surgery, so she's out of the running. Coffeeguy says my 13 year old can handle it, but what if I come home to this:
It's a lot of stress for a plan-ahead kind of woman....