The Weekend that Wasn't

Have you ever had one of those weekends where, come Sunday night you are sitting there wondering 'Where the hell did that go?!'. That's usually me, but because I have had every intention on doing things and have gotten sidetracked and done NONE of it.

This weekend just gone was the weekend that wasn't. And I feel a teeny bit ripped off.

Firstly, one of my girlfriends, Nicole was supposed to fly down from QLD for a 4-day visit. And sadly for her (and me!), her fur-baby Sonic (her cute little Pomeranian) had an injury and needed a full knee reconstruction. Because of this and the added expense, she wasn't able to do both... and understandably, the weekend in good ol SA was postponed.

With the change of plans, I had every intention on getting on top of the housework and catching up on the washing and the dishes, seeing as our dishwasher decided to break down the week prior (I hate manually washing dishes, argh!). Hmmm I did some of that...not enough though.

Then there was Logan's bedroom. His room seems to always be a mess, no matter how much sorting I do, and how many hours I spend in there cleaning it. Yet I planned on going back in there, sorting through it all again and getting it back in order.

We were also invited to a close friend's son's first birthday - which we wouldn't have been able to attend if Nicole was here (we had a winery tour planned on the same day), but because of the change we decided to change our RSVP and go... until...

CRASH. BANG. And CRY.

I wasn't in the best of moods on Sunday morning. Logan was at his nagging best and non-listening worst... so when I heard this sudden crash from his bedroom, I assumed it was him being his usual clumsy self and falling/tripping over something (he has a knack for not watching what he's doing. All. The. Time).

The bad mood came to a halt when there was blood. And my goodness there was blood!

Logan's built in robe came crashing down on him as he was searching for his shoes to wear to the above birthday party. We've had a couple of issues with the built in robe previously, but had removed what we thought was the issue. Obviously not.

We were only minutes away from being ready to walk out the door to the birthday party when this took place. I was writing in the birthday card... We gathered everything together, made sure we had what we needed in Ryder's bag and rushed to the hospital, assuming Logan would need stitches to his little forehead.

As soon as we got in our car, Logan's tears turned to questions and giggles.

He wanted to know how much blood there was.
He wanted to know how big it was.
He wanted to use it for 'Show and Tell'
He laughed because he is one step closer to looking like Harry Potter.

In the end, Logan was fine. His head wasn't falling off. His brains weren't falling out. He had the cut steri-stripped and glued up and he's 100% fine. No concussion. A little bit of swelling, but a lot of attention.

And he went to school today and went along with his 'Show and Tell'.

And the birthday party? Well thanks to a hospital that didn't make us wait 3+ hours, we made a cameo appearance on the way home. One plan for the weekend was kept, yay!