Baseball names are so much more fun than "Real Life"

I'd so much rather be chanting random baseball names in my head than dealing with some of the craziness that has gone on around here in the last few days.

MiL has come and collected the brownlettes; they are touring around with her and her husband in their camper, with their dog, Tess, visiting different family members of MiL and said husband.

However, MiL's plans have drastically changed, and she is now keeping the brownlettes for only 6 days instead of the upwards of 14 that had originally been planned. This messes slightly with my commitment to work at the Realtor's for the next 3 weeks, but even that has changed. Now Fulltime gal will be coming back in to work 2 days next week and...I haven't even asked about whether or not the other 2 weeks are going to remain solid work-weeks or if she will come back in again.

The whole "Flying by the seat of one's pants" approach to life has its advantages, but there is a trickle-down effect, and...I'm feeling it. Trickle down to Brown. Great.

Is there a sign over my head, saying "just plan whatever you want. Brown will comply. She'll be flexible. She'll jump through the hoops."

If there is, I want someone to tear it down.