My week did not exactly go as I had planned. It's not that my plans were all that exciting--Sunday afternoon hanging out with The Professor and then attending a Bible Study/fellowship with our good neighbors and other friends, Monday and Tuesday correcting papers and puttering around the house doing housework. Just the usual quiet week. Then there was The Phone Call.
1. I can't imagine that there are even a few mothers (or even one) who would or could ignore a plea like, "Mom? Can you come? I need you." Of course I jumped in my car and drove to San Diego because someone had fallen and broken her arm. Mommies of pre-schoolers can't change diapers and shouldn't drive cars. I spent Monday and Tuesday acting as a nanny and chauffeur.
2. My drive south was easy and the scenery was as usual breathtakingly beautiful. All. Those. Coastal. Views.
3. We managed to duck in to our favorite San Diego breakfast cafe (breakfast for lunch) between doctor appointments. I love Mission Soma.
4. There is a new little girl living in the home of friends in San Diego, waiting for the time when that family will become her forever family. I got to play grandma, holding her and feeding her. It was a precious time.
5. Tuesday evening found me fighting my way through Southern California traffic to return home and teaching duties on Wednesday and Thursday. Miraculously, I made it home in less than four hours, a record.
I'm returning to San Diego for another four days. This time I'm not driving. I'm taking the train. Less stress. More time to relax and do things like, you know, knit and read. If I don't have an opportunity to respond to everyone who links to Friday Fave Fives, I apologize. Always, I do try, but this weekend I may be a bit busy being the Mama to the Rescue.