Today has not been a good day. Nothing EVER changes in this house. EVER. If I am able to go to sleep, I'll be glad to close my eyes and look forward to another day.

I've learned lately not to make plans. Today, I made plans and they're out the window. My vehicle had to be taken to the shop for an overall check and the morning looked promising. Rick and I had a nice morning together...I didn't think he was going to get ready for work, having to be there at 10:00 and not even getting in the shower until 9:30! He was looking hot too I must say. He left for work, I made a huge kettle of chili and as I was finishing the dishes, my neighbor called to thank me for her dinner last night. (I had taken her some baked spaghetti that I had made. She lost her husband March 31...so I take her things when I think of it.. more often lately.) As for my plans, Rick and I were going to lunch today and also to the grocery to pick up things for his potluck at work next Tuesday. I got in the shower late, because I was on the phone so long with my neighbor and then I called my sister at work. ( I don't get to talk to her as often at night with her being re-married and with all that she has to do and put up with during the evenings now.) While I'm in the shower, the phone rang-or so I thought-I continued rushing in the shower to get ready by the time Rick got here for lunch. After drying off the phone rang again..it was the school. Connor's school. The school nurse advised me that he was in the nurse's office, sick at his stomach and with rosey cheeks. I knew better than to make plans. Something always comes up. With my van in the shop, I had to call Rick at work to go to school to pick him up. So rather than waste my time straightening my hair and putting make up on, I dried my hair curly and put on my jeans and am tending to a sick boy.