I woke up ready this morning. I had my to-do list prioritized. I had hair arranged and makeup applied. The baby was fed and ready to roll. Then I see the 4 year old's eyes. They're both a rather unattractive shade of pink that looks particularly not cool on an eyeball. Just when I thought I had eye-dropped the life out of the dreaded Pink Eye, it once again has reared its ugly head...er, eye. Whatever. In an instant, I saw my perfectly planned out day head straight down the tubes. *Sigh* And the boy is absolutely crushed over having to miss a day of Pre-K.
But there's always tomorrow, right? I guess today is God's way of reminding me that sometimes our plans don't always coincide with His plans. And given my track record of bad decisions, I think I'll go with His. :)