Wrapped Up

Today didn't go as planned. Most days don't--"normal" isn't something I see too often--but I don't usually feel too wrapped up in my expectations for the day that I can't let things evolve. Today, I was wrapped up.

I was supposed to be on my way back from Paris today. But that work trip got cancelled, so I'm home. Silver lining: the back up plans I'd made for Hannah in my absence meant that I was looking at an entire work day alone in the house. I had phone calls scheduled for 9, 10 and 11:30, and then I planned to go to the dry cleaners, Staples and the post office over lunch. I was going to enjoy the quiet afternoon before picking up Max from school.

Instead, I spent a couple hours with Max in the emergency room for a sprained, thankfully not broken, wrist, and it was followed up hours of Disney Junior and Wild Kratts in the background. He's in a splint, and fortunately not very crabby, but also not up to doing much more than flailing around on the couch and begging me to take off his splint.

Today there was a lot of worry. There's too much laundry, and too much mail. There is not enough work done, and too much struggle over what did get done. 

It isn't the day I'd planned. Some of today will spill into tomorrow. But I need to remember to be less wrapped up in my expectations. My plans don't need to be as tight as Max's splint.