Wednesday, I took a day off from work. Grandma and Grandpa were in the shop getting their respective oils changed / tires rotated / wiper blades and headlights changed out, and Mom was teaching, so I stayed home and took care of the boys. I was looking forward to getting a chance to sleep later in the morning: waking up at 7:30 with the boys is a far cry from the normal 5:15AM. Of course, they had other plans.
The Boy and I both fell asleep around 9:15 / 9:30. It was glorious. Yes, I would have liked to have watched some of the backlog of television shows that TiVo has saved. The sleep was apparently more important. He woke up at 1AM, basically screaming in pain and almost entirely nonverbal about it.
To a large extent, here's where being a cancer parent has paid off. Young parents would panic, and a trip to the emergency room might ensue. Certainly, a much more dramatic reaction would have occurred. Instead, we took him to the potty, assuming that belly discomfort is the likeliest explanation. Nope. So, I soothed him back to sleep, eventually, and then took care of him the next two times he woke up until 4AM, when he fell asleep for good. I did, too, but the "damage" was done - no sleep for Daddy.
He had a recurrence of the ear infection from a week or two ago. The doctor prescribed a different antibiotic for us. This is to be expected; after all, he hasn't been around other kids until this January, so he's going to pick up two or three years' worth of infections all at once. Plus, I feel that having the hearing aids in his ears for hours at a time contributes somewhat to the possibility of infection. Not a huge contribution, but a contribution nonetheless.
So, my plans were: sleep a bit later, have a nice breakfast, take the kids to an indoor play area until lunch, then nap, then comic book store, then play until bedtime. Real life: no sleep, feed one child breakfast while chasing the other, switch, take The Boy to the doctors' office for a nice 45-minute wait, go to the drugstore, have a short rest, chase after the boys, take one to the comic book store, play and soothe until bedtime.
Life is what happens to us while we're busy making plans.