It matters not how much, or how early I plan, nor does it matter where the event is, everything always seems to get discombobulated in the final hours leading up to a fair, causing much chaos and usually a completely new game plan.
So, why am I forever surprised when this occurs? BarnHouse (Are you sick to death of me yammering on about this yet?) is fast approaching in less than 48 hours and I had thought I had the perfect plan in place...along with my Camas Antiques buddy, and one of my daughters. We'd rent a uHaul and do set up and big items Thursday, followed by a leisurely fill in and fluff day on Friday, followed by margaritas on the patio. (Yes, I am aware that I live in a fantasy land known as "Tracey's World".)
I won't bore you with the details...(Details involving all of us trying to fit far too many other activities into too short of a time span...one of us needing to get her eyebrows done, one of us needing to work at the store all day and, moi, unwilling to miss a much needed hair appointment. Oh yes, details that every girl can understand, and identify with.) Let's just say that plans needed to be adjusted, as miscommunications and overbooked lives created sped bumps....
In the end it will all be okay (Because after all, we know that if things aren't okay, it isn't the end...) I can sleep tonight knowing that my hair will look good, and the booth will be set up and looking wonderful, but the stress caused by the hiccups that always seem to occur in the final hours add lines to my face and make me feel more than a little panicky, even if it is all brought on by me.
*sigh* Calgon, take me away.
