Things don't always go as planned... or do they?

So in my last post, I was so excited because not only was I getting sleep, but life was returning to routine and I was able to delve into creativity.  Well, since then, in the past month or so, I have had maybe 1 hour of normal routine.  Ok, that might be a bit of an exaggeration, but things have truly been abnormally unusual.  I just wrote a journal entry in my personal journal and it took me about a page to spell out all of the unusual circumstances of the past month, but suffice it to say that between sickness and other medical issues and even poor Libby got a UTI, at least one or two things have occurred every week.

So then this weekend, we were supposed to escape it all.  My parents were going to come for the long weekend.  We would have a nice relaxing Shabbat with them, and then Saturday night, on our anniversary, Yoni and I would go downtown and have a whole day kid-free to be tourists in the city where we have lived a year and have yet to explore.

Then Wednesday, I got a call from Dad that Mom woke up with a frozen knee and needed to have surgery on Friday (Thank G-d, surgery went well and she's currently recovering).  Obviously that meant that they could not fly here on Thursday for the weekend.  Ok, so Yoni and I would just have a quiet, relaxing anniversary at home.

Then Thursday Yoni called around 9:30.  "I have good news and bad news.  Which do you want first?"  "Bad news," I said.  He continued, "Bad news is I have to leave tomorrow morning at 3 AM for a trip.  Good news is I get to come home today right after lunch."

At this point, I was so used to things going contrary to my plans that I really didn't even blink an eye.  "Ok," I said, "Let me know what time you'll be home.  I love you, I'll see you soon."

This wasn't quite my plan of how I thought the weekend would go.  But obviously it was the way things had been Planned all along.  I saw that even more clearly Friday afternoon when I started getting a cold.  I realized that after these crazy few weeks, my body is run down.  My immune system is shot and what I really needed was some good R and R.  So instead of a full house, Hashem arranged for me to have a quiet, stress-free, people free Shabbat.  I was in bed at 9 Friday night and got nine whole hours of sleep (for the first time in at least three weeks)!  Saturday morning, I still wasn't feeling great, so I napped when the kids napped in the afternoon.  I was starting to feel better so we went to the park in the afternoon, and then I got in bed early again on Saturday night.  Now, thank G-d, I am feeling like a new person!  Even if we have more curveballs thrown at us from Above this week, I am rested and refreshed and I can handle them now. :)

P. S.  On a lighter note, I have been having so much fun with Adina the past few days.  Her favorite word is "Already" and she uses it in almost every sentence.  Sometimes it makes a lot of sense, like, "I put on my shoes already."  Sometimes it makes absolutely no sense but sounds so cute and makes me crack up, like, "My underwear is dry already,"  or "Ze'ev woke up and we're dancing already."