Today was the day of best-laid plans going awry.

Last night, I read an article about the habits of highly productive people. I decided I wanted to start off my day ahead of the game and not scrambling to keep up with my kids, so I set my alarm for 5:45. My son usually wakes up around 6:30 or 7:00, so I figured that this would give me an opportunity to do things like wash my face, come up with my to-do list and drink just ONE cup of coffee while it was still hot.

…Apparently, my son has a sixth sense, because he woke up at 5:30 this morning. I don’t just mean the *wakes up and you coax him back down* kind of waking up, I mean this child was UP and prepared to attack the day.

Eff. Em. Ell.

So much for that.

I threw on leggings, pulled my hair into a ponytail, and told myself that maybe if the babysitter got here a little early, I could actually put makeup on.

Fast-forward to 8:30 am (one hour before babysitter is scheduled to arrive).

My phone rings. It’s the babysitter. I figure she’s just being super responsible and calling to confirm before she hits the road. Part of me thinks maybe she just woke up and wants me to know she’ll be on the later side of on time.

I’m not that lucky.

She’s on her way to the emergency room. (Turns out she will be okay, thank goodness! Also, bless her for thinking of calling me as she’s dealing with an allergic reaction.)

I text a friend whose son is bug’s age on the off chance she is home and able to watch bug while ladybug and I go to my therapy appointment. Her son is sick. Sigh.

Today was supposed to be my easy to take care of stuff day. I had dreams, you know? I was going to stop by Starbucks, the polling place, Babies R Us, and the appointment without kids in tow. It was going to be AMAZING!

Best. Laid. Plans.

Oh well, it wasn’t as terrible as it could have been. Bug didn’t break or throw anything, I did manage to get everything done, and I wasn’t late anywhere, so it really could have been worse.

But man, if it had all worked out…