Plans are bound to fail.
Isabella, Hama Mary (Isabella's new word for Grandma) and I started with colds earlier in the week. We were all beginning to feel better but Kevin starting feeling sick Thursday night. By Friday morning, he knew he had a bad infection so we spent Friday morning on the phone with his doctor and the pharmacy. We got him a prescription but it caused us to leave at 11 a.m. instead of 9 a.m.
We made excellent time until we hit D.C. We sat in traffic for nearly 3 hours. Instead of getting to our hotel by 3 p.m. we didn't check in until after 7 p.m. We were all tired and grumpy and stuffy, but Isabella and I still made time to swim.
Day two went a little better. We made great time to North Carolina but hit some traffic caused by an accident just outside the Outer Banks. By 2:30 Saturday we were unpacked and in the pool.
One tired little girl!