A September to remember....or forget !

Apologies, loyal followers but the past 3 weeks have been crazy...short synopsis.....dog bite, threatened heart attack, Mickey Mouse, football, spinning, Dublin, Paris, KOK night out, massive pumpkins, partying with the Burmese Scot, working alot, sleeping...not enough, celebrating the FA's birthday, missing Victor Meldrew's birthday and the usual smattering of wakes and masses.
October brings with it a renewed sense of the need for a little more down time, a little more head space, a little less eating and alot more exercise. The right butt pain has finally settled so I am resuming C25K at the end of week 3 and am hoping and praying that a slow progression back to 5 k will not aggravate it. The only limiting factor of my training is the sporting and social life of my children.....swimming,soccer, Gaelic and singing see Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays " booked". On these nights GASP and I pass like ships in the night, following frantic evening meal preparation. I am like the general of a great army ( great in size !) looking down over a large map, moving various pieces around and arranging never to leave a man behind. GASP adopts a slightly more relaxed approach, a " let's see what happens" approach which freaks me out completely. On one of the evenings in the past 2 weeks, when I thought I might actually suffer a Stroke trying to get all my ducks in a row, I wrote down all the plans and permutations on one and a half pages of A4. When GASP strolled in, I handed him half a sheet and asked him to write down any plans he had devised, or anything in his head for the couple of crazy days ahead.....he looked at me strangely and handed me back a blank sheet !" There's nothing in my head" he said.... I nearly lost it. The forward thinking, planning, controlling part of me wanted to stab him, at the same time as I envied his complete lack of stress, his laissez faire aura and his ability to actually not think of ANYTHING ! Am I the only wife and mother who is in this situation ? Am I wrong in thinking that if I don't make it happen, it won't happen ? Is planning a complete waste of time, does forward thinking stop catastrophe....me thinks not, but I just can't turn off that little switch inside. Am I the reason our passports are in date, the one who renews the house and health insurance, am I the person who ensures we eat daily, who knows where the list of vaccinations are , who knows exactly when those bloody points go off my license. So, what does GASP know...he knows exactly when the cattle sales take place in the 2 local marts, what time the western is on TCM and the registration of every car and lorry he has ever owned.....Bastard !