The Art of IndecisionJohn Cave Osborne
My wife is many, many things. But crisp decision-maker is not one of them. She has trouble deciding between heads or tails even on an ordinary day. But on a day that falls during her pregnancy? She’d be lucky to make the call by the time the coin hit the ground. If it were tossed it to the moon.
My wife has taken indecision to the next level. She’s actually made a frustrating art of the frustrating syndrome. And I’d be lying if I told you that it wasn’t starting to affect our every move. Take our recent getaway for example.
We decided to take our 9 year-old to the mountains, without the triplets, mind you, for a long weekend that coincided with her mid-winter break at school. Caroline was in charge and, quite literally, flip-flopped between a three-night stay and a four-night stay for the better part of a week. I told her I honestly didn’t care because I’d be able to work from the cabin. After painstaking deliberation, she settled on four nights. After all, we would barely pay more for the fourth night thanks to special the cabin rental company was running. So that was that. We would leave late Friday afternoon and come back first thing Tuesday morning.
Until Sunday rolled around, that is. Caroline announced that she wanted to go home a day early. My daughter and I looked at each other in confusion, yet both agreed that it would be fine if we left a day early. We were having a great time and could leave with no regrets. But shortly before we went to bed on Sunday, Caroline had decided that it’d be nice to stick with the original plan and stay until Tuesday.
Alli and I again looked at each other, this time exchanging a shrug between us. Not a problem. Tuesday it is. But by the time we awoke on Monday, Caroline was at it again. She thought it would be best if we packed up and left that morning. So that’s exactly what we did.
Now, keep in mind that we had intended to be gone for four nights and were in a fairly remote cabin. That means, of course, that we took tons of stuff, from the necessary clothing, to cleaning materials, to a boatload of food. I only point this out to illustrate one simple fact. Packing up wasn’t exactly a five-minute deal. More like an hour.
And by the time we were finished, I still needed to shower. So Caroline and Alli watched TV while I went got all clean for the ride home.
“Honey,” Caroline said as I made my way upstairs, fresh and ready to go. “I think we should stay.”
I literally thought she was joking. We had spent more time debating our departure status than we did driving to the cabin. Literally.
But, it ended up working out just fine. The girls had a wonderful time on Monday, and I got lots of work done. As we drove home on Tuesday, Caroline announced that she was glad that we had stayed all four nights as originally planned.
And I’m pretty sure that she still feels that way, though, there is, indeed, a chance that she’s changed her mind about that.
What about you? Are you having a tough time making (and sticking with) decisions?