Today was the day where we celebrate with Jeremy's family. As the day got closer I realized I had a short list of time consuming projects/tasks to complete. On my to-do list (this is the part where you might get exhausted), get kids off to school. Come home sew Miranda's Twirl skirt that should have been done yesterday, oh and her black Apple Doll. Next chaperone her short filed trip to Walnut Creek's Dean Lesher Theater for the Percussion Discusion. Come home put together Lasagna and bake the cake for tonight and set timer so when I walk through the door after taking the kids (yes all 6) to the dentist for their routine cleaning dinner will be ready and I can relzx enjoy the company with dinner made and the dishes will be done.
Well this is how my day went. Get up shower as I am getting in Lauren made a thunk and cried. Jeremy was walking out that way so I didn't think any thing of it. For you
I showed up on time to the dentist and said "Hey Lauren's shoulder is hurt we have an appointment at 4:45 can we be done hear with ALL my kids by 4:15" They said yep and went to work. I am sure the little voices inside their head were saying "I can't believe she still came to the appointment if her daughter needs to be seen by Minor Injury" After we were all done I am sure the little voices were saying "Her daughter is fine she is over-reacting." Lauren was playing their arcade games and shaking them beeting them, you know all the stuff that would scream "this is a normal healthy two year old." So we left and headed to the Minor injury clinic. We showed up late by 5 minutes but they still took us in. After sitting for what seemed like forever with all the kids in tow inside a little doctor's office the doctor came in and touched all the spots that indicate something might be wrong and asked the non-speaking two year old "Does this hurt?" With each question Lauren said "Nyah" What is that yeah, no? I don't know but the doctor went along and said yeah I am pretty sure she broke her clavicle bone. Then we proceeded down to the X-ray department where we again waited. At this point I dug in the bottom of my purse to find one tiny bag of Halloween candy, Skittles, that I put there for a recent trip to the movies. Jackson was starting to loose it, Lauren was wanting food, milk, a shirt on...so I did what any reasonable parent would do after leaving the dentist office and fed them Skittles. Sorry Dr. Cheng, but it was practically life or death! I also realize I was giving my little baby a huge no-no, but I watched carefully and then reminded myself I was in the minor injury clinic, if there was ever a place to give a baby something they could choke on, it was where they dealt with emergencies, right? (I did soften them first and he chowed down on them no problems. Had I really any doubt I would not have even attempted it.) Back up to get the verdict. I was starting to think I was crazy and that she was fine and I made Miranda late for her celebration for nothing. Turns out it was a small break, but not misaligned. I got to see cute pictures of Lauren's bones. They put her in a little sling, if it wasn't so pathetic, it would be adorable. We got home to a clean home with dinner made. Jeremy came home cranked up Jack Johnson and went to work cleaning up my tornado of a mess, set the table and made the salad and garlic toast for dinner. Needless to say I am exhausted but everyone is OK. Miranda still feels her birthday was special and we get to drag out the celebration one more day because I still need to sew and her cake is scattered around the house in pieces begging to be put together.