Last week my family was on a “mini-vaca” up in Wisconsin Dells.  We met my parents up there on Sunday, and headed back on Wednesday afternoon.  The in-between was basically one disappointment after another.  For me.  *sigh*  And it was only due to my unmet expectations for family fun.

I wanted our days filled with sunshine and happiness, laughter and playtime, rainbows and unicorns.  Alas, we were met with overcast skies and drizzle.  And the next day was the same.  As was the day after that.  Every day we couldn’t go out  mini-golfing, or on boat tour, or feed deer, or ride roller coasters, or have a grand time at a waterpark, or whatever else ridiculous yet lovely family fun stuff that’s outdoors the Dells has to offer, was a day that I got more and more upset.  I had been planning this trip for months.  I was really looking forward to all the fun things we could do as a family.  Outside.  In the SUN.  Or at least in the absence of rain.

I found myself getting really annoyed.  And then that annoyance turned into anger.  And that anger made me lose patience with my kids.  And with my husband.  And with my parents.  But my expectations were not being met!!!  Wisconsin was seriously sucking in the family fun department.

Then I thought about how most of my stressful times in life, the times when I’m not at peace, when I’m arguing with Hubs, when my kids are on my last nerve….they were all times when my expectations weren’t being met.  With my husband, a lot of those times were even situations where I wasn’t TELLING him what my expectations were, but I still thought he should live up to them.  At the end of a horrific day, I expect him to see the stress on my face and step in and take over for me with the kids.  When he doesn’t, I get upset.  But how can he meet my expectations when he doesn’t know what they are?

I expect my children to obey me the first time.  HAHAHAHAHA!!!  Okay, that made me laugh.  All right, maybe not, but I DO expect them to obey after 2 or 3 times.  When that expectation isn’t met, I get upset.

I expect that there will be no unexpected expenses when we’re tight on money.  But inevitably, something major will break, and we NEED to have it fixed.  Unmet expectation = stress = angry me. 

I expect my friends to be loyal and honest.  If they betray me, I get upset, angry, etc.  Unmet expectation.

The thing about unmet expectations is, it makes life pretty self-focused.  “YOU didn’t meet MY expectations”.  But am I meeting theirs?  What makes me so awesome that everyone has to meet MY expectations anyway?

Here’s the end of the Dells fiasco.  We actually ended up having a pretty great time.  We were able to squeeze in a Duck tour before it rained, had great fun at the hotel’s indoor pool, found an indoor waterpark that was fantastic, went to great restaurants (one was even attached to an indoor amusement park – just carnival-type rides, but the kids LOVED it) and enjoyed lots of outdoor fun on our last day there since the sun finally decided to make an appearance.  So what if my expectations weren’t met?  We still had fun. 

My stars, but I was hoping this post was going to be funnier than it is.  I apologize if I didn’t meet your expectations.  🙂