Well, my wonderful husband once praised my "cute little family traditions" and asked for more.  He also stressed to me that he would cease to feel so wonderfully about said traditions if at any point they began to rule the house and stress us out.

So, when he had different plans for our weekend, I began to figure out how to rearrange my plans so we could do what he wanted and still have a roast chicken and a dragon cake.  When it became obvious that this would not happen, I quietly and willingly and even joyfully "gave it up."

So, what DID we do this weekend, you may ask.  Gee, don't even know that I remember.  Friday we did some grocery shopping and then stayed up with the kids eating donuts and goldfish crackers and watching Curious George.  Saturday, we spent much of the day figuring out what to do out of doors in the drizzle and settled on chicken wings for lunch followed by a long exploratory afternoon drive and an easy dinner in the evening.  Sunday we had church followed by a church picnic that lasted most of the afternoon and left us too pooped to do much more than bum around last night. 

I love celebrating Michaelmas -- it is a favorite of mine, but I can't say I regret the decision to forgo the tradition this year.  I think the tradition of honoring one's husband is far better and more rewarding anyhow.