At night before I go to bed, I plan the following day. In the morning I wake up and I replan the day while I'm in the shower. I can tell you what I hope to be doing with most of my day -- and seldom does it change because I want it to.
But our kids certainly do not do a good job of this. They never know what they are doing next. This is Mike. At 6:06 he texts that he is taking his gf out to dinner. At 6:10 he says never mind, I'm coming home. At 6:17 he walks in the door with his girlfriend. I ask him, "Is ____ eating with us" and he says yes. At 6:22 we call them to dinner and he looks at me like I"m nuts. "____ already ate!" he exclaims. I invite her to sit with us anyway.
It's like that. A lot. And Mike isn't the only one. Salinda has changed teh time she is coming home a few times already. John called at 4 not knowing for sure if he would be home for supper.
I just don't know how they can live like that. I have to have a plan. And I have a need to stick to it. It's going to be a long long 8 years until Wilson graduates.