C'est Tres Jolie en Paris

It has been a crazy, crazy couple of days, but why would my life be anything but?

Tuesday was a long day...I had a feeling it was going to be a slider when we were up and functioning and Tianna still managed to miss the school bus. Fortunately we have a back up just down the hill, but it does throw everything off by about ten minutes, which on precision mornings, which this was, can be brutal.

Then, I had Howie's van to drive to the airport and the back bench wasn't in, and since there were five of us we had to manage that. And it is a behemoth. Enough to break your back.

My mom had two doctor's appointments starting at 7:45 as we start to put together a comprehensive health plan for her. She needs to come back for a more comprehensive exam after our trip (Paris in the spring to lift her spirits) and so it is good to get the ball rolling on that. Then I also found out through casual conversation with my mom's doctor (who is leaving) that my doctor is also leaving. I am SO bummed. I love my doctor!

Then Howie and I went to the funeral of a young woman who succumbed to Cystic Fibrosis. I can't begin to imagine losing a child...we coached Katie in swimming eons ago, and it is her brother who took care of Matt with his most recent wrist debaucle. He is a radiologist who injected the dye that revealed the extent of his injuries.

Then we had to stop and pick up meds for my mom and there were insurance problems. Not a single thing went smoothly, and the best was yet to come...Three miles from the LT parking in Philly my transmission blew. Caput. Jerk, Pop, smoke. We made it to the lot, but I had to wait for AAA to come before I could go check in for the flight...Ugh. Can you believe that? Only me.

But at least nothing went wrong with the flight...and we took off for gay Paris.
Peace.