My enthusiasm for projects cannot be emphasized enough.
I love to plan a good project. I’m full of ideas and excitement and I even dig project planning software.
However I have this tendency to get over it as soon as I’ve gotten past the idea generating and creating the work breakdown structure phase (Gantt charts are sexy y’all)
I am not what you would call ‘excellent at follow through’.
I am the out of the box idea man, not the worker bee.
This is why android husband was mildly concerned when I first suggested we give this whole parenting thing a go by gleefully announcing “PROJECT” and throwing up jazz hands (west side jazz hands)
Is this going to be like the time you decided to start scrapbooking?
Or said you’d spray paint all of the door knobs?
Or take up piano lessons?
Or guitar lessons for that matter?
Man I have got to find a way to tamper with his memory chip.
No, ye of little faith, this will be nothing like that.
At least I hoped it wouldn’t be.
And I am here twenty two months after the initial project launch to report that while I am still oddly enthusiastic, we are experiencing major scope creep.
Which I have to say is my biggest gripe about the parenting project.
The minute, no the very second you have a handle on satisfying those pesky user requirements, the user (and I mean this quite literally as the one who uses you) throws a whole new set of requirements at you.
Or spaghetti, whichever is handy.
The latest curveball (Uh oh was that an analogy switch mid post? Yes, yes it was and now I fear I’ve lost my dedicated project management reader base) is the unfortunate phasing out of the daytime nap. Which is happening just as I have figured out the exact time, temperature and white noise machine setting to accomplish this all important feature.
Dratz.
The way I see it we have two solutions to this problem. Keep throwing money, time and personnel at this runaway project or start a brand new project! *Jazz hands*
(Note: I am NOT pregnant, but gosh this would have been a fun way to announce it if I had been.)
(No seriously, not even a little pregnant)




























