What plan? Did I have a plan?

Things rarely go as planned. And there is nothing like motherhood to highlight that fact of life.

At 10:30 last night I was sitting in the back of my mini van, in a booster seat no less, talking to my 3 year old about water parks, kitty cats, and french fries when it really began to sink in. There is no way you can survive motherhood with out an insane amount of flexibility and adaptability. Rolling with the punches isn't just a good idea. It's necessity.

Tomorrow we are leaving for Iowa. We will be gone for 9 days. This needs to be the only thing going on right now. There is no room in our budget or schedule or mental psyche for anything else to go on.

Do you think if I type that a few times it would make a difference?

Okay, never mind.

The hot water heater leaking, and ultimately dying on us, last week was not in the plan. Adapting our budget to buy a brand new one - you guessed it - really not in the plan. The ear infection plaguing my one day post surgical K this week was not in the plan. The referral to an ENT - and talk of planning the next surgery - not my plan. I didn't think much of Noe almost losing his voice a couple of days ago, but the constant runny nose started to make me wonder. Not in the plan. As I was getting him ready for bed last night, and looking very forward to my own, I observed that every time he talked, he cried. He said his throat felt funny.

I helped him into his jammies and found his crocs. Because of our impending trip I knew I had to get him in to be seen by a doctor as soon as possible. The after hours clinic employees likely know us by name. I decided to nurse Kai one last time and get him settled in his bed. I went to change his diaper and lo and behold 3/4 of his body was covered in a rash.

Plan? What plan? Did some one have a plan?

So this is how I found myself in a booster seat in my mini van in the McDonald's parking lot soothing a sore throat with a strawberry shake and willing the minutes away until the pharmacy would have the two prescriptions ready. Strep and the beginning stages of bronchitis for Noe and strep, showing up as a rash (scarlet fever), for sweet baby Kai


From the time of drop off until our prescriptions were ready we waited exactly 1 hour. Noe and I giggled about silly songs on the radio and looked at all of the pretty lights in the city. Super over tired baby played peak-a-boo with us from his seat in front of us.

And plan B was frustrating, and really tiring, but ended up being surprisingly sweet in the midst of all of that.