So, today I had a plan.
I was working from home for my real job. I got my head down, focussed all day and was really pleased with what I had achieved by the time it was time to pick the boys up from school. Dinner was planned, so all I had to do was cook it, and then spend some quality writing time while the boys were eating.
And then it all went wrong.
Youngest son got in the car and said, "Mum, I really hurt my arm playing football at lunchtime."
Now, he's not really one to complain, there's always something happening with the pair of them, and usually it doesn't last very long. But when I asked him to show me where it hurt, and to lift his arm up, I realised by the look on his face that a trip to A&E was in order.
He told me it would be fine, but as he's broken wrists four times before (playing football) I thought it would be best to get it checked out.
Three hours and an x-ray later and it was confirmed - he'd chipped a bone in his humorous - believe me it's not funny! Nothing too serious, his arm will be in a sling for a few weeks and there's no football for a while. He shed a few tears at that.
But seeing as its the Easter holidays after next week and I was planning for him to go to football camp while I worked it has kind of set the cat amongst the pigeons.
Next week was already looking busy with an orthodentist appointment, a dentist appointment and a school trip, now I've got a visit to fracture clinic to squeeze in between work as well.
Quality time for writing? Not today I fear!