Hoje eu acordei com a corda toda e com tudo planejadissimo.
Pulei da cama as 6:40, fiz cafe pras meninas, preparei as caixinhas pra levar pro correio ( seu presentinho ta indo, Tatiiii), e preparei a minha listinha de coisas pra fazer antes de embarcar pro Sri Lanka amanha:
- ir ao correio
- entregar uns documentos a um cliente
- comprar ultimas coisinhas pra viagem
- manicure/depilacao
- pagar viagem das meninas ( na escola)
- arrumar malas
- confirmar taxi pra nos levar ao aeroporto amanha
- confirmar motorista do aeroporto ao resort no Sri Lanka
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e a lista continuava!
As 8 da manha toca o telefone. Era da escola das meninas. Lia esta com dor no pe.


- A sua filha esta com dor no pe, vem buscar
- Ela nao pode perder aula. Voce ja deu anti inflamatorio?
- A Lia, sua filha, esta com dor no pe.
- Ela nao pode perder aula. Voce ja deu anti inflamatorio?

E a conversa ficou engastalhada assim por mais de 5 minutos. Desisti da enfermeira da escola, liguei para a professora da Lia, que fez a gentileza de ir la, falar com a Lili e  me mandar o veredito:

- Vem buscar. Nao parece balela.

Peguei. Levei pro hospital. Acabei a via sacra as 2 da tarde, exausta, com uma filha com o pe quebrado, a lista de coisas a fazer completamente ignorada e uma viagem pra PRAIA amanha.
Comentei que vou prum resort com uma filha com o pe quebrado?

ai, ai

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Today I woke up full of energy and ready to get lots of important things done!

I jumped out of bed at 6:40, prepared my girl's breakfast, made up the boxes to take you to the post office( Tatiiii your gift is coming!), and prepared my to do list. We are going to Sri Lanka tomorrow, remember?
Here is the list:

- Go to the post office
- Deliver some documents to a client
- Buy last minute things for our trip
- Manicure / Waxing
- Pay Anita's school trip to Oman
- Pack bags
- Confirm taxi to take us to the airport tomorrow
- Confirm the driver from the airport to the resort in Sri Lanka
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and the list went on and on, and on!
8 in the morning the phone rings. It was the girls' school. It seems like Lia is not feeling well. 
- Your daughter has a sore foot. Come and pick her up. 
- She can not miss class. Have you given her some anti-inflammatory?
- Lia, your daughter has a sore foot. Come and pick her up
- She can not miss class. Have you given her some anti-inflammatory?
The conversation went like this for more than 5 minutes. I gave up on  the school nurse substitute, who clearly had no clue what she was doing.
I then called Lia's teacher, who was kind enough to go check on her and deliver me the verdict:
- Come and get her. It does not seem she is bullshitting.
I drove to the school, picked her up, drove her to the hospital, where we stayed until 2 pm
I got home exhausted, hungry, with a daughter with a broken foot, my to do list completely ignored and a trip overseas tomorrow.

Did I mention we are going to a resort in Sri Lanka? and did I mention Lia broke her foot? Beach, swimming pools and a broken bone just does not seem right.