Things just didn’t go as planned.

Every spring my amazing sister-in-law takes all five of my children for a long weekend so my husband Jan and I can get away.

One week-end.

I look forward to it all year.

I check hotels, research restaurants, and make plans for it all year.To say it is the highlight of my spring is an understatement.

But this year – I got sick.

The kids left on Wednesday and I went to the couch – down for the count, exhausted with no voice, a deep racking cough, and achy all over.

I was still there on Thursday.

And Friday.

And Saturday.

Instead of a gorgeous hotel room with my wonderful husband – I got my couch surrounded by empty tea cups and dirty Kleenex.

Instead of wandering around old antique stores and specialty shops – I watched hours of Little House on the Prairie and cooking shows.

Instead of eating out at different restaurants every meal – I limped to the kitchen and heated more chicken noodle soup.

Disappointment is too mild of a word.

And as if that wasn’t enough – on Friday night it started to snow. Not just light flurries – but heavy snow. Seven inches of heavy snow.

Even if I felt good – we still couldn’t get out until somebody went out to shovel.

Talk about salt in an open wound.

I cried – but that just made my nose run more.

Heavy sigh.

Can I have a “do-over”?

The sun did come out today and I  got off the couch long enough today to ride with Jan to pick up the kids. He even took me out to me eat. 🙂

And he promised me another weekend away – when I felt better – maybe in August for our 20th anniversary (surely it wouldn’t snow then – would it?!)

So as we come to the end of this rather disappointing weekend, I’m exhausted from my foray into the real world. I’m back on the couch with a cup of hot tea.

But this time the tears are gone and I’m busy planning my big anniversary weekend- sometime in August.

Life is looking up again.

Proverbs 13:12 “Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is a tree of life…”

7 thoughts on “Disappointment…

  1. Oh, I’m so sorry. On the other hand, at least you got to be sick without 5 kids bothering you, needing you or catching it! I hope your August trip is extra special.

    Thank you so much for visiting me and offering prayers for my mom. It is a difficult time right now and I appreciate it so much.



  2. You poor girl! My heart is so sorry for you and I can all too well relate to the experience you shared given the fact that I’ve been there done that. Typically though, it’s a sick child that dampens our plans rather than being sick myself…not sure which is worse!?! I’m sure your outing in August will be all the more special as you anticipate your time with Jan from now until then. Eat some more soup, sip some more tea and cozy up on the couch until you are feeling well again. Prayerfully the sun we are to be getting in the next few days will brighten your spirits as well. As I type this, I’m having a little trouble myself letting go of the disappointment of your weekend…darn it anyway!?!

    I will be praying for you! :o)



  3. Oh, Melinda. You poor, sweet thing! I hope you are recovering nicely. If you need a place for the kids in August, you know we would love, love, love to have them. And Wisconsin is a beautiful place to be that time of year.


  4. Bummer. That really sucks. I know how it is to not get many chances to spend with your husband alone. Hopefully August is so wonderful it makes you forget all about this craptastic weekend.


  5. I’m so sorry. 😦 That’s such a bummer. I guess the bright side is that you didn’t have to be mommy while you were so sick! ((gentle hug)). I hope you are able to plan a fabulous anniversary trip. (Just don’t do Florida or the east coast — hurricane season!)



  6. Oh no! Don’t you just love being a mom? It seems like we get sick at the best times. It never fails, when we go on vacation at least me or my husband get sick. Maybe its the stress? I am glad you get to try again in August. I too am looking forward to a few weeks without the kiddos this summer. I am hoping my mom will still keep them. Last year she swore she wasnt going to do it again, but she does that every year. Haha!


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