Taking it easy

Whenever my schedule starts to get out of hand, something happens to make us slow down. Really, it's like some cosmic force is up there saying "Uh oh, Shannon is overdoing it again. We better step in."

We had a lot planned this week. Too much, really. Everything this past weekend went off without a hitch (well, mostly) and my doctors appointment Monday went great (though it took about 3 times as long as I thought it would!), but still to go we had the rally today, Roots & Shoots tomorrow, the craft fair Friday and Ag field day saturday. So what happened? Owen got sick.

He spent most of last night tossing and turning and burning up. Around 3 in the morning he was hungry so we went downstairs and got him some cereal and he slept a bit better after that. Still, we slept in because we were both tired from lack of sleep so I decided we wouldn't be going to the rally today. Bummer.

Tomorrow is Roots & Shoots and we'll see what happens. Owen is fine right now but I think Bridget might be getting it. I'm just hoping it's some 24 hour thing because the craft fair Friday is a lot of fun.

But really, Ag Field Day is what will make me cry if we miss it. I've been enjoying Ag Field Day since I was at Rutgers but it's so much more fun sharing it with the kids. And this year I'm hoping to get there early to see the remote sensing lab. Last year we arrived just as it closed at noon.

We also had a little bit of stress yesterday. Basically, sometimes life sucks. Bridget and I were walking to a nearby park (Owen and Robert stayed home) when we came across two baby squirrels that had fallen from a tree. Someone else had stopped already and was able to help the one squirrel climb back up. The other one was pretty obviously dying. Bridget and I talked about it and then she started crying about how it wasn't fair, so we went home and called animal control. I knew it wasn't going to live but it made her feel good that we did something. I walked back out there alone to see if it was still alive, wondering if maybe we could bring it home and make it comfortable (I really had no illusions it would live but I thought maybe it would make Bridget feel better if we just tried). But when I got there, it had already died so I went home and told Bridget. She said it wasn't fair that it died so young and I agree. Sometimes things aren't fair and there's not much you can do.