I had plans for today. They did not include taking my son to the doctor. But that's what I did. Because parenthood.
(He's fine, by the way. Just a little upper respiratory infection contributing to/paired with bacterial conjunctivitis. Whee!)
I also prepped a crap-ton of food, because I've come to the begrudging realization that if I want to eat healthy, that's what I'm going to have to do: meal-prep on the weekend, followed by a rousing round of seal-and-freezing. Otherwise during the week I'm all, "Ugh no energy. Pickles are definitely a meal."
Adulting. It is what it is.