That sort of sounds like a Holy Day of Obligation, doesn’t it?
Ah, it’s back to the place we love to hate, Dell Children’s. The scheduler called today and has requested we arrive at 5:45 – in the morning. Somebody might just be pulling an all nighter. I have work piling on my desk and it’s reaching Mt. Everest proportions. No really. There’s the three dozen cookies I forgot I have to bake for John Paul’s class for the last day of standardized testing. The bills I forgot to pay yesterday, a lonely husband on the couch and my poor, neglected running shoes that only got a workout once this week.
It will just all have to take a number (except for the cookies). I’m up for Mom of the Year so we definitely can’t let those slip.
As a sweet friend reminded me today, I’m hoping for answers WITH a plan in the morning. Answers don’t mean squat unless there’s a plan attached. I sure hope Dr. B remembers to bring hers in the morning. I’ve already packed my big girl undies, a water bottle and a can of whoop ### just in case it’s needed. All I ask is that my sweet boy Luke has a restful night. He’s the one with the big day tomorrow. He has no idea what’s going on, he just wants to read his Cars 2 book.
Tomorrow morning we take a big leap and I’m hoping it’s forward. I’ll be posting updates on twitter and FB. My handle on Twitter is @kwhitaker96 (or you can click that handy link at the top of the blog). I appreciate your prayers, more than you know. I’m off to the kitchen…
St. Luke, patron saint of physicians and surgeons, PRAY FOR US.
Bl. John Paul II, PRAY FOR US.