



I plan my days. Sometimes to the minute. So, when days like today happen, I get the harsh reminder that life is unexpected. I must say that I face these happenings head on with a calmness that always seems to surprise me in retrospect. Today's plan was kids to school, Ewan to play date, sewing project, Target, nap, kid pick up, birthday party, dinner, sleep. Everything went pretty much as planned through nap. After lying down with Ewan for about 30 minutes, the phone rang and I was surprised to hear the school secretary telling me that Cole got a cut on his foot on the playground and I needed to come pick him up. They don't call for minor scratches. Ugh. Poor Coley looked so sad when I came in, lying down in the nurse's office, tear streaked cheeks, blood stained pant leg rolled, foot bandaged up. I signed him out, called for Quin too and piggy backed him to the car. Cell phone. Pediatrician. They don't do stitches. Urgent care. The urgent care was wonderful. No wait. $15 copay. Nice doctor. Cole was so brave, only crying once when the doctor had to shoot his foot full of "sleeping" medicine. As far as I can tell, he got 10 stitches. Unexpected.