My mother had a propensity for planning her family vacations during the worst weather of the summer. By marrying an Irish lass, I figured I was circumventing the chaos gene, or at least mitigating it. For the most part, it has worked but we may have reached a point where the lucky charms are fighting a losing battle.
This year, unwittingly, I scheduled my holidays for the same period as did my younger sister. Chaos seems to be triumphant this time… On the first day of my holidays, the skies were grey and the forecast showed raincloud icons with little lightning bolts attached for as far as the eye could see. The forecast is often wrong, said the spouse, with uncharacteristic optimism. Given the forecast, we picked an indoor activity and took the littles ones to see a matinee showing of Wall-E, a cute little robotic love-story. Shy of his third birthday, the boy could not resist the urge to run up and down the theatre aisles while his sister could not move beyond the fact that we’d arrived too late for popcorn. We had to promise to make her popcorn when we got home. Overall, it wasn’t exciting…but it was only the first day of our holidays, right?