When I woke up this morning I had a full day planned with a lot I wanted to accomplish.
In addition to caring for my kiddos, I planned to:
Make green bean casserole for tomorrow
Clean my floors (its been weeks and they are disgusting!)
Finish up the laundry so everything is clean for the weekend
Go on a movie date with my hubby tonight to see Where the Wild Things Are (our first date since August!)
At 3 a.m. last night Samuel woke up very hot and obviously had a fever.
When he got up this morning he seemed to be doing OK, but as the morning wore on he clearly wasn't feeling well.
Ryan came home early from work.
We went to the pediatrician.
His fever was 102. Coughing. Congested. Runny nose. Teary eyed. Poor little guy. They said it was a virus and to just wait it out.
Then we went to the chiropractor. We are big believers in chiropractic care and thought an adjustment would help kick-start all of our immune systems.
Rain and traffic made it a 50 minute drive to get there. Lauren got very hungry due to our long drive so we stopped to get soup afterward thinking Samuel would like that and I could feed Lauren.
Chaos. Absolute insane utter chaos. What were we thinking?
We bathed Samuel and put him to bed at 7:30. The first time.
Ryan finally finished his dinner (soup) at 7:50.
We put Samuel to bed for the second time.
No green bean casserole.
No clean floors.
No date night.
I'm quickly learning that my plans will always take second place next to parenthood.