The Weekend That Wasn’t

Have you ever had one of those days when nothing goes the way it was planned? That was my entire weekend. The husband and I were supposed to be in Boston. I was going to be having a successful trunk show and the both of us were to be hanging out with our sister/brother in law drinking post St. Patty’s Day beers in Irish Central.
The trip was canceled but no problem, I focused instead on spending time with my family who was coming here to watch the kids while I was going to be away. Ever the positive thinker, I started planning our beautiful Saturday with the kids at the beach or park and then taking advantage of babysitters and spending some time out with The Husband alone.
Instead, during breakfast our cat had some terrible accident and we spent the better portion of this gorgeous spring Saturday in the vet waiting room.
Never fear, we could still spend some time together. Due to unforeseen vet costs our dinner turned to a drink but we’d still get out. In the car on the way, The Husband received a call from work that quickly changed those plans.
No worries, it was a quick work “thing” so I could drop him and go get steaks to grill for dinner and we’d finally get outside to enjoy the day and some family time. I even bought a decadent ice cream for dessert.
Except when we had to cut dinner short to take the cat back to the ER. I never got ice cream and our entire dinner conversation revolved around whether or not the cat should go back.
Our fun and spontaneous weekend turned into an animal-medical reality show and lots of hours nursing a sick cat. Instead of making money selling fabulous jewels, I forked over an indecent amount of cash to maybe, hopefully, we’ll see-heal our kitty.
I gotta admit, it’s hard to figure out how to stay positive with this one.
I guess I am glad it’s Monday.
That’s a first.