my weekend has been ruined
what cosmos of the universe knows that i have a relaxing weekend planned, and then screws it all up?
last night i was supposed to take aimee to the gym, take her out for dinner at coco's, then come home, put her to bed, wait for hubby to get home about 9 ish, and go meet friends for scrapnite at church. no go!
yesterday, as i was walking out the door at work, my phone rings. it's aimee's preschool calling. she's running a slight fever and is lethargic. we get home, get some 7-up and crackers in her, jammies on and in bed with disney movies. no gym, no out to dinner. hubby comes home, i head to church. i stop for gas and coffee, finally get there about 9:30. what happens? 10:00 my phone rings. aimee has puked. great!
home again, in order to be up half the night with a sick child. today hubby was suposed to take aimee with him, go get hanna (she stayed over at my mom's last night), and take them to see his grandmother. i was going to watch tv, do some laundry, hang pictures on the wall, and make a 10 hour pot roast. now, i'm checking on aimee every 10 minutes, as she drinks 7-up, munches on saltines, and watches disney all day. yay! no productivity.
oh, well. there's always another weekend.