A very short hike

I planned to go on a big hard hike straight up a mountain this morning with my friend. I looked forward to the good talks we'd have, the fresh air on a beautiful day (somehow it's been in the 50's all week - lovely), the scenery, and two hours of serious exercise. I'd had three long long days of sitting at my computer doing Power of Moms work for 6 hours straight while the kids were at school (trying to finish some big projects before the kids are out for Christmas on the 14th) and really needed some social time and some time outside. This was going to be perfect!

I was only 5 minutes late to meet my friend (I always think things will take a little less time than they do - I know this about myself - but yet I keep thinking things will take a little less they do - does that make me an optimist or just a poor planner?). We started out up the trail and started catching up on each other's lives. The sun was out. It was perfect just like I'd hoped.

Then my phone rang. It was Ashton. He wanted to know if I'd come pick him up from school. When I asked why, he said he'd just thrown up. Great news.

I told him I'd be there in a half hour and we headed back to our cars, me apologizing to my friend, her being very understanding.

At the school, Ashton told me that he threw up right after they had to put some hydrogen peroxide on a liver from an animal in science class. Hmmm. But he still felt sick a half hour after throwing up so his teacher had him call me.

Oh, the joys of some motherhood moments! In the grand scheme of things, missing out on a hike was no big deal at all. But sometimes I just want to do what I want to do and have it just work out perfectly . . .