Just my luck

Today, Wes was supposed to start aquatic therapy. I had heard some good things from other parents and I figured what the heck, we'll give it a try.
I got Casey up from his nap, jazzed Wes up to the idea of going swimming, packed a bag and off we went. We were to meet at a hotel and use their pool, but when I got there I didn't see the therapist. I figured we were early and she hadn't gotten there yet. I asked the front desk if she knew if the therapist was there and she didn't seem to have a clue. More like disinterested and couldn't be bothered. The boys and I sat down to wait for the therapist. After 15 minutes past his appointment, I was going to call to find out what's up. However, I forgot the number and it wasn't listed under the clinic name that I know it as. The kids were nearly going wild at this time and I was trying my hardest not to yell at them. Finally, I grabbed them and headed out. I drove all the way home to get the number and come to find out, it wasn't at the Holiday Inn, but the Comfort Inn. Oh, what the hell! I wrote down Holiday Inn. Was I not paying attention, heard Inn and Holiday came to mind? I have no idea. The poor therapist had been waiting in the lobby of the COMFORT INN and not the HOLIDAY INN. We're going to try again next week.

Wes will also be starting an extra half hour of OT to work on his feeding and sensory issues with food. I think some of it is psychosomatic because he gags before the food even touches his fork. Silly boy.