Sunday, June 3, 2007

The best laid plans...

I was supposed to get everyone in the van at * am to get to our favorite church for Mass.

I wasn't supposed to be hurrying them into the closet at *am thanks to an early morning thunderstorm that produced a tornado just to the northwest of us.

I was supposed to clean out and reorganize the garage to make it easier to get to my craft closets and better facilitate some summer activities.

I wasn't supposed to have to drive my husband to the urgent care center because our littlest one poked him in the eye at our less-than-favorite church.

I was supposed to get to finish some errands that I didn't complete earlier... you know... a little Mommy Alone Shopping!

I wasn't supposed to have to take the little person to whom the offending finger belonged with me while I tried to finish said errands because Husband couldn't watch the little guy at home. Literally. He couldn't even open his eye.

I was supposed to cook a fabulously healthy dinner for my loving family.

I wasn't supposed to bring home bags of greasy chicken, over-salted fries, prescription drugs and a couple of eye patches for dinner. Why two patches? Because "Pokey" wants to be a pirate too!

Some days you're the windshield and some days you're the bug.

4 comments:

  1. We are having days like those.
    Our little one turned 3......and I am loosing weight!!
    Sorry about hubby's eye.

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  2. I know I shouldn't be laughing... but I am. So, you are going to take a picture of the pirates, right? I totally have to see that :-)

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  3. As soon as Daddy Pirate is conscious!

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  4. Love your post! I laughed 'til I had tears! Your humor is wonderful!Hope all is well with your Hubby's eye. . .

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