Moms think they can accomplish the unthinkable and I'm no different. But, this past weekend, my carefully orchestrated plans were blown to bits. The things that unfolded were so ridiculous that they had me thanking my lucky stars when Monday finally came. My husband had been scheduled to work, I was to go to a bachelorette party in Los Angeles on Saturday, the kids were headed to my sister's house and then we all would meet back up at a family event in Marin on Sunday.
On Friday, I stayed up until 1:30 a.m. packing bags and writing pass off notes. I knew the next 48 hours would be a rat race, but with every detail planned, every pick up and drop off scheduled, I knew it was possible. At 4:45 a.m. I woke up to get ready to leave for the airport only to find that my husband was already up and had food poisoning. He was dehydrated and delirious so I told the shuttle to leave without me and we ate the cost of my non transferable ticket. (Note to self — mothers and nonrefundable don't mix). To see what happened, read more