It's a good thing Gunner didn't call today.
I got the kids up this morning and Abs decided that her underwear just wasn't working for her, so she would play legos instead.
Finally got the underwear issued straightened out, kids dropped off, and headed to school.
Got situated in school when the phone rings. Junior has fallen and busted open his head. My inlaws have been called and are on the way to get him and take him to the er.
A million phone calls follow as I try to make sure he is okay and they can get treatment for him. They could, although my school was more than willing to provide coverage for me so I could go take care of him if I needed to.
His head glued back together, he headed back to daycare.
School continues. Is there a full moon? Oh the stories I could tell about school.
Grab Em, leave school, grab Junior. Rush home to get things ready for my mom and brother and nephew who are going to babysit while I attend a class. Junior looks good and never skipped a beat till he told me about his owie and all of the sudden was so sad and upset about it...then he raced off.
I came home and found a citation for not having mowed my lawn. Went to my class and called to check on the kids when I was on the way home and heard Abs upset that she couldn't eat a can of olives for dinner. There had been a hassle trying to find Abs after school today too. I seriously contemplated driving around while my mom put them to bed, but thought better of it since I have class next week too, and a test this Friday.
Came home and mowed my lawn while my brother weedeated. No telling what it will look like in the morning since I couldn't see a thing.
Had a beer. The grading will have to wait, I think I need another.
Monday, November 3, 2008
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2 comments:
Sounds like you've had a tough day! I don;t know how you do it. You must have a clone or two hidden away!
You seriously get a citation for not mowing your lawn? Is that an Army Post thing???
Sounds like a hectic day, I don't drink beer, I prefer a mudslide or two... sometimes you just have to.
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