You all know I’m a planner, right? Not just by trade, but in everything I do. I plan events, plan dinners, plan when I clean, plan when I sleep, plan when I do something fun, plan when I do something not fun. I’ve had the occasional spontaneous moment, but my daily life is planned out to the “T.”
I don’t, however, have a long term plan for my life. Some people have five year plans or ten year plans. I don’t have that. Obviously. We did not plan to get pregnant five months after we got married. It just happened. I just have my 8:00 to 5:00 time planned out.
Because I like to know everything that’s going on, I am impossible to surprise. I hate surprises. I don’t like to be caught off guard and if I get in a car I like to know where I’m going. Sure, it may seem fun or romantic to say, “You’ll see when you get there.” Not for me. I want to know and I do a really good job of finding out. Just ask my husband and my mom. Todd still tries to surprise me, but my mom has given up.

My mom likes the idea of surprising me, but if she buys something for me she’ll call and say, “I bought something for you, but I’m not telling you what it is.” I’ll do my usual routine of saying, “Tell me, tell me, tell me.” But I’ve learned to let it go because I know that she can’t stand not telling me anymore than I can stand not knowing. So she always ends up telling me. She secretly doesn’t like surprises either.
If I buy something for someone, I can’t stand to wait until the time that they’re supposed to receive it. I always call and it takes everything out of me not to deliver the gift immediately so they can open it or just tell them what it is. I can keep a secret, though, and won’t spill the beans if a surprise party is planned for someone. I just don’t like to be the one to plan it!
Am I the only one that doesn’t like surprises? I guess if I don’t know that a surprise is coming and I am truly surprised, I love it. It’s just hard to surprise me without me suspecting that something’s going on.







