supposed to.

Today I was supposed to be at work. But the morning quickly slid downhill as I got a "carpool driver is sick" text, followed quickly by a "I'm at a fire and I won't be home" text from the husband. The husband who was supposed to attend Everly's field-trip as the parent helper at our co-op today. I madly dashed around, getting all frenzied in the process, changing plans with one ear on a phone for an hour while I sorted things out, made lunches, and got kids and myself ready and off to school. And then I threw out what I was supposed to do and enjoyed a lovely couple of hours with Everly's preschool until Jeremy arrived. And it was perfect. I'm so glad what I was 'supposed to do' didn't work out.