A yarn about disappointment

So....S had big plans. But like I said, he doesn't "do" surprises. He suddenly looks at me yesterday and says, "We're going to Seattle on Saturday". To which I say, "What's the point of going on Saturday, the Yarn Harlot is going to be there on Friday!". So a quick series of phone calls and e-mails and now we're going to Seattle on Friday. I was so excited! I've been seriously wondering how I could orchestrate my life to get down to Seattle on Friday to hear, see, meet the Yarn Harlot...the rockstar of knitters (I have my cell phone and the requisite panties to throw). And now my husband, the dear man, had worked it out that someone would watch the kids, the dog, the cat, the student, the house all so he could drive me to some bookstore in Seattle to listen to someone who he is convinced has me hypnotized to do her bidding. (If she says knit it, I run to the nearest LYS to buy the yarn, credit card flapping.)

But wait, there's more...this is, of course, when all hell broke loose. The dog (as I mentioned) is still sick. She got worse. She ended up at the vet and $400 later we still don't know what's wrong with her and she still won't eat. Then, and I'm not making this up, the water drainage in the house started doing something weird resulting in a leak in the basement ceiling. No quote on that repair. Then Boy1 needed orthotics, and I had to go pay the deposit. They are about $400. And on Monday we are meeting the Orthodontist about Boy1's dental requirements (somewhere in the neighbourhood of $3500). And I said, enough! I can't afford to go running off to Seattle right now! The credit card is going to get declined. Yes, Blue Cross will cover some of this, but not up front. Also, I just can't leave the sick dog, who won't eat, in the care of my little brother who really has an adverse reaction to vomit. If the dog starts vomiting again, R is likely to just drive away, leaving behind the dog, the cat, the student, the house (the kids were supposed to be with S's sister who, btw, is moving so she is busy packing)...No that will never do. This is the guy, who upon taking his nephew (Boy1) on a plane ride, hears me tell Boy1 to behave and listen to Uncle, and interjects, "I don't care whether or not you behave, just don't puke." He has issues, serious issues with all bodily fluid. Just wait till he has kids. So now we are back to staying at home with a sick dog, two kids with soccer games, the cat, the student, the house. No trip to Seattle. Sorry Yarn Harlot. I will have to hear, see and meet you another time. I am sure you will miss me, your most dedicated lurker.

S still gets points for trying and he gets to keep his title as the world's worst surpriser. If he hadn't told me, we would have ended up in Seattle one day too late and that would have been an even bigger disappointment than realizing that I have too many responsibilities to just drop everything and take a time out.