Posted on May 17, 2007 by Doug McCaughan — 2 CommentsThe best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men / Gang aft agley Today was a very important day. It went really bad. But I liked it. It’s Burns, not Steinbeck. Share this:FacebookTwitterRedditMoreEmailPocketPinterestTumblrLike this:Like Loading... Post navigationPrevious post: Bored? No glue? Got some change?Next post: Of Grasshoppers 2 thoughts on “The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men / Gang aft agley” Reality Me » My Wife’s Not-so-special Birthday May 18, 2007 […] This past weekend my wife had her birthday on Saturday and Mother’s Day on Sunday. I let her down. Cathy says this picture is how I looked all weekend; she wrongly assumed I was mad at her. Deadlines have loomed and accounts were drawn thin. In an attempt to make everything come together I tried frantically to get work done while squeezing in lawn mower repair and drywalling; if money didn’t work out, at least I could give Cathy a nice lawn and finished bedroom for her birthday. Unfortunately, nothing worked out. My grandiose plans were falling to pieces. I had failed to get the children to make gifts or collaborate on handmade cards or even buy her a present from the children (much less the same for Mother’s Day). […] Loading... Reality Me » Children, left to their own... May 25, 2007 […] Plans! Technical issues got the video conference off to a late start. I got Noah started then checked on him to find him staring blankly at our barren kitchen. He didn’t want cereal so I ran down options: oat meal, cream of wheat, eggs, … We hit on eggs! So I roll into EduDad and prompt Noah to get a frying pan while I get a bowl and crack two eggs into it. Noah looks in the closet where we keep glassware, then he looks in the drawer under the stove, and finally in the cabinet by the stove where pans are kept. He adds some milk to the eggs and we beat them well. The pan is oiled and cooking commences. I instruct him on when and how to stir the eggs and I return to my video conference. 20 minutes later I check on him and he is still stirring the most well-done eggs you’ve ever seen. I failed to tell him when to remove the eggs! "I was waiting for you to come upstairs so I could ask what to do." Why didn’t he come downstairs and ask for help?! Of course, I feel rotten. With one minute to spare, he slams down his burnt eggs and goes to his bus. […] Loading... Leave a Reply Cancel reply This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.