It’s been been one of those weekends around here…
It was going to be a crazy weekend, no matter what. Boy #2 is playing in a baseball tournament Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Our church also has a lot going on: Sunday service, all-church breakfast, member pictures, and youth group. Which I was supposed to be coordinating.
When I realized it’s impossible — or at least highly stressful — to be two places at once, I called the pastor and told her we’d have to cancel youth group. She completely understood, and bonus! Turns out that most of our youth group is playing in the tourney, so no one was planning on coming anyway.
Perfect. The puzzle had been solved. Or so I thought.
Then I went to pick my boys up from school yesterday afternoon. (Because, you know, we had to be out at the tourney within the hour.) As soon as I saw Boy #3, though, I knew. He was sick.
It was nearly 80 degrees outside, yet he was wearing his hooded sweatshirt. With the hood up and pulled tight. And he kind of slouched to the van while looking like he could cry at any time. So I did what any mom would do, given the circumstances: I dropped Boy #2 off at home, told him to get ready for the tournament and took Boy #3 straight to the walk-in clinic. Diagnosis: Strep Throat. (Apparently, he wasn’t kidding when he complained of a headache and sore throat off and on over the last few days.)
Does this happen to anyone else? You tweak, you nudge, you plan, and still an added complication gets thrown into the mix.
Somehow, we survive, right? We move on to Plan B and Plan C and Plan D, if necessary. We call in help from family and friends. We skip events, if we have to. Somehow, we survive.
But don’t you ever wish that life would stop handing you extra degrees of difficulty? I do!
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