Last weekend, just as the husband limped his way out of the hospital three people I am truly close to, lil sis, the editor's husband (who I call Dad) and Bob, ended up in the ER. Bob actually had to go back three times before his thumb, which he sliced the tip top off of, would stop bleeding for good. My stepford pal had a masectomy on Tuesday. She has had a rough go of it. Today, the school nurse clalled to tell me that Josh has a very infected ingrown toenail. I rushed him to the foot doc, thanks to the husband, I am now cozy with a really nice local foot doc. Toe relief came fast. Also, my aunt fell in her home and cracked her pelvis and fractured her hip. I'm pretty sure there was more tragedy around those I love and I am blocking it out. I can't even keep track of what day it is anymore.
I am however prepared to cry over "springing ahead" my clock this weekend. For one thing, I have been deeriously happy not wakin gup in the pitch dark of the night the past couple of weeks, and for another thing, I could really use an extra hour this weekend, not a loss of one.
Peanut is having a birthday party for herself tomorrow. It was a bit of a challenge for me to go, since going required me to ask people for help in taking care of the kids. In the end I did take a deep breath and got a couple of rides for Evan and a playdate for Josh.
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