It was Friday morning.
Maggie and I hung around the house and did laundry and played and I made a pumpkin gingerbread loaf.
I was looking forward to our last cooking club of the year that night.
The day was going well, until Aron called to say that some things at work weren't going so well. A big project had fallen through the cracks. Uh oh.
The day was going well, until Maggie didn't nap at all (she hadn't napped on Thursday either).
**But, I should add, that despite no nap, she was in rather good spirits all day...must be a touch of God's grace...seriously.
Maggie had another round of a persistent, hacking, cough, that had me worried because we had just gotten over the exact same thing 2 weeks ago. I went back and forth all day, but finally decided to call.
The pediatrician wanted me to bring in Maggie (naturally).
I drove up to her office, near our old house in Plano, about 25-30 minutes away, but it took me 45 with traffic because my last-minute appointment was at 4:10pm.
Did I mention that I hadn't showered yet? Because I hadn't.
The verdict of the appointment: strep throat. Back in the car to head home to fill the perscription, then shower, then leave for cooking club.
Aron called to say he'd be late getting home. How late, he wasn't sure.
But, the traffic was bad and it took me another 45 minutes (maybe more) to get to the pharmacy and drop off the perscription.
We arrived home and I fed Maggie dinner, which she didn't touch. Sigh.
Aron called again to say he wasn't sure what time he'd make it home and cooking club started at 7pm and it was 6pm.
Back in the car to pick up the perscription.
Aron called again to say he was finally on his way, but stuck in horrible traffic.
Back home to put Maggie in her pjs and some reading and snuggling time before bed. I decided to scrap the shower all together. Maybe I would just wear MY pjs to cooking club (if I ever made it).
Aron made it home at 7:30 and I raced to my car and drove to Rachel's house.
When I arrived, near 8pm, the door was locked. Unusal.
I walked in, and noticed Rachel's extremely cheerful disposition and thought how nice of a night this was going to be after all.
I entered their Great Room and was greeted by a chorus of "Surprise! Surprise!"
I looked around and all my friends were grinning at me, standing around the bar, which is filled with presents, and I noticed the food in the background and realize I'd been duped.
I was so overwhelmed with the love, I started to cry!
Did I mention I hadn't showered?
I hadn't even put a drop of makeup on either.
But, these were my friends and they would love me regardless.
We enjoyed an amazing tapas dinner, filled with laughter and stories, I opened some wonderful presents for our baby boy, and we indulged in the yummiest desserts possible: chocolate covered strawberries and Sprinkles dark chocolate and red velvet cupcakes.
It was an amazing, amazing night.
And it didn't even matter that I hadn't showered for 3 days (well, I hadn't).
Because Sprinkles cupcakes deserve a close-up shot
The showered one (in one sense)