Impromptu trip tomorrow

OK, here's the deal.  My frustration yesterday was in dealing with some unexpected things.  I think well on my feet, and I dealt with things remarkably well, if I do say so myself.  Thinking well on your feet and finding the answers you need quickly is great.  The aftermath, for me, is another story.

I look great while dealing with this stuff...on the outside.  Inside, I'm stressed and mushy.  Yes, I said "mushy."  Kevin had to hear me unload when I got home, and that helped a great deal.  Today would be better...right?

Sure.  Think what you want, Scarlett,  tomorrow is NOT always another day.  I found out at 2ish this afternoon that I'm climbing on a plane tomorrow afternoon ("wheels up" at 2) and heading to Illinois to visit a client.  Is this a problem?  Hmmm, let me think....

I have children who stay with my mother until 6 at the latest.  Kevin is usually there before then.  They have Awana club at 6:30 on Wednesdays.  Brett is off work, with many plans for hanging with friends. 

When I called Kevin to clue him in to this trip, he said, "Umm, honey?  Spring visit* is Thursday, and I'll probably have to work late on Wednesday to get ready."  OK, plan D.

Now, Mom has agreed to keep them late if needed.  Awana club starts at 6:30 and mom doesn't drive.  They could miss this one time, but this is the closest they've ever gotten to perfect attendance, and I hate to ruin that for them because of work obligations.  At 3:15, I started trying to call Brett.

When he called back, I found out that his plans were to stay in town.  He would be happy to go get the girls at 6:20 and drop them off at church, then head back to his friend's house.

OK, here's the plan:  Mom keeps the girls 20 minutes late.  Brett picks them up and drops them off at church by 6:30.  Kevin is home in time to pick them up at 8.  My plane will get me home at 10ish.  The next morning, I'll feed the girls at home and drop them off at Mom's later than usual, so I can see them a bit.

PHEW!  Are you tired yet?

This is not a visit that I am dreading.  It's not even a trip that I'd rather not make.  Frankly, I'm looking forward to it.  I just wish I'd had more notice.  It all fell into place, though, so it's all good.  I'll take a ton of pictures that will bore you to death.  I promise.

*Spring Visit is when the big guys from the corporate office at Kevin's work all come to see the store.  They all spend weeks cleaning and organizing and buffing floors and shining counters, all for a 1-hour visit. I can't name the company, for fear of a plague of locusts landing in our yard or a surprise colonoscopy.  Anywho...it is the largest, privately owned lumber distributor and the name is a number.  'Nough said.  LOL