Yesterday we were all set to go up to see the new Academy of Sciences up in SF. We left at 9:30, thinking that was fairly decent, along with apparently the REST of the bay area. The museum was closed to more visitors and there was a HUGE line of people waiting for other people to come out. Needless to say we made the best of it going to the Japanese Gardens up in Golden Gate Park. Then it was down to the old Fisherman’s Warf (the tackier pier 39) and ate at the Rainforest Cafe.
Of course, this all came at the price of me freaking out. Let’s just say that sometimes my husband isn’t a “take the reigns” kind of a guy, it’s frustrating when I get to do all the planning and then I get all the blame when things suck. And guess who does the blaming, myself.
Why couldn’t I have just let it go and realized what we did were things that I wanted to too (and amazingly, were fairly un-crowded)?
Letting go is something I need to do more. Do you let go, and how? What am I missing? Maybe it’s some gene I lack. That’s right, I’m blaming it on genetics.