What. A. Weekend.
It all began innocently enough. I had plans to go to a scrapbooking party on Saturday. I planned this MONTHS ago. That was my first mistake. I forgot that school functions get scheduled just a month out. So, we had a UIL meet, and the Military Ball both scheduled for that Saturday. I figured I was still Supermom, and could manage to fit my stuff around that schedule.
Until Son cut his head open on Friday afternoon.
And the train stopped on the main thoroughfare due to malfunction.
And Little One had after school practice.
And of course I panicked.
So, after inching in traffic for what seemed hours, I managed to pick up all the kidlets, dropped off the girls at home, and raced to urgent care, where Hubby was to meet us.
Yes, those are staples. I call him Frohnkenshteen now.
And this was just on Friday. Then Saturday arrived, and decided that plans were for wusses, because the UIL meet went longer than planned, and Son had elected to go to the Ball early to help, and Eldest had a friend come over to get ready, and of course I came down with a cold. And so, my plans were scratched. Again…
But no matter. One day I will learn my lesson. I will make plans only a week ahead of time, and maybe, just maybe they will go off without a hitch.
And one day pigs will fly π
February 4th, 2013 at 9:15 AM
Nice zipper on the boy there. Now he just needs a cooler story than the true one, most likely. Something involving a pirate ship and a baby tanker carrying a shipment for the local orphanage.
Plans are for people who can’t admit they don’t know what they’re gonna do. My plans for the day have changed three times in the last half hour. Which is cool, because it’s Saturday for me, so maybe I’ll just play SW:TOR and drink rum all day. Let The Wife pick The Boy up from school today.
February 4th, 2013 at 9:29 AM
I’m sure embellishment is in his future π
February 4th, 2013 at 9:33 AM
what did he do to get staples
February 4th, 2013 at 9:35 AM
He was so excited to have turned in an English paper, that he jumped up to touch the ceiling, only he didn’t clear the double door jamb, and his head hit the locking mechanism.
My weekend was exciting π
February 4th, 2013 at 9:38 AM
Yeah, he’s gonna need a better story.
February 4th, 2013 at 10:22 AM
That’s what Hubby said π
February 4th, 2013 at 10:57 AM
Buddy of mine has pretty much the same scar with a matching one on his forehead from his time as a Recce. Guys were banging their noggins on the hatches of their vehicles so much, they gave up and just owned the nickname Zipperhead.
February 4th, 2013 at 11:02 AM
Yikes…
February 4th, 2013 at 9:40 AM
sorry I gave you that cold, I should have warned you Friday, π
February 4th, 2013 at 10:20 AM
Yeah, a heads-up woulda been nice!
February 4th, 2013 at 10:13 AM
Murphy (the one who makes all those dang Laws) sucks.
February 4th, 2013 at 10:21 AM
I bet he’s laughing right now, though π
February 4th, 2013 at 12:47 PM
Probably is, the bass-turd.
February 4th, 2013 at 10:51 AM
Always be prepared to modify your plans.
February 4th, 2013 at 11:02 AM
That was after Plans A through Q were implemented π
February 4th, 2013 at 5:52 PM
Ouch! I cut my head open at school once during P.E. It needed stitches too. Healed up nicely though.
On another matter, I saw this and thought of you: Shoes.
February 5th, 2013 at 8:34 AM
HA! Those have been making the rounds π
February 4th, 2013 at 5:54 PM
He needs to sing “Puttin’ on the Ritz” now. π
February 5th, 2013 at 8:34 AM
Soooo glad someone got my reference π
February 5th, 2013 at 1:15 PM
I have an interesting set of scars on the back of my right paw. I once came across a dead Bull Shark on a dock. Having heard all my life of how sharp sharks toothies are, I got down, and reached into the mouth, and gently tapped one of the lower teeth. having felt the keen edge, i was satisfied that the stories were true, and withdrew my paw, as i stood up. I had forgotten that the upper jaw of a shark is mounted a little forward of the lower one, and i sliced the back of my paw in several long slashes. It turns out that there is a reason that people tell you not to put your paw in a sharks mouth. I was a very chastened Badger.
February 5th, 2013 at 5:29 PM
That’s rather….impressive. π
February 5th, 2013 at 7:41 PM
Well, they say music hath charms to sooth the FronkenSteen…
http://sonofsoylentgreen.wordpress.com/2013/02/05/hey-lc-you-want-some-lessons/
February 6th, 2013 at 7:51 AM
HA! Those are great π
February 5th, 2013 at 8:18 PM
Ouch! Hope it’s okay.
February 6th, 2013 at 7:51 AM
Getting better! Staples come out on Monday π
February 6th, 2013 at 6:20 AM
This is why I don’t plan things anymore. No battle plan survives first contact with the enemy. And most of mine unravel even earlier than that.
February 6th, 2013 at 7:51 AM
Yeah, I should learn my lesson and go with the flow from now on π
February 6th, 2013 at 8:22 AM
Man makes plans, and God laughs. Or so I’ve been told. I have a nice scar like that on the right side of my head above my ear. When I was 14 mom sent me over to the store to get bread, coming down a hill on the way there, my foot slipped off the pedal of my bike and got caught in the front spokes. Flipped the bike, cracked my head open and got a concussion and 10 stitches. Never did get the bread.
February 6th, 2013 at 8:30 AM
I’m pretty sure God was laughing, while shaking His head and muttering “Boys will be boys” under His breath π