I'm not as good as my sister about this blog thing. I actually forgot about it until last night. She was laughing at a story I told and said, "This is funny stuff and exactly why you need a blog!" UGH!
Monday was my first day back to work after a two week shutdown. Trained for a new position (to cover a maternity leave) on the accelerated plan for 2 weeks prior to shutdown. Took my two weeks off. Went back to work on Monday expecting that I would remember everything. Didn't happen. Stress.
Wednesday brought devastating news about the passing away of a co-worker's granddaughter. Routine tonsilectomy/adenoidectomy and then hemorrhage. In addition to this, learned that a dear friend has cancer. Stress.
Talking to Cathy on Friday night and reviewing the event's of the week (more happened than I am typing here), this is the 'funny story' that prompted her comment:
Emma broke her wrist on Thursday (OK, that's not so funny). I got the call at 11:34. She fell off the monkey bars at lunch recess. It took all afternoon and three facilities to get this diagnosed and treated. The lady that administered and wrapped the splint told Emma, "Don't worry, honey. You don't have to wear this all the time. You don't have to sleep in it and you take it off to bathe." Who in their right mind would tell a 7-year-old that she can remove her splint? At this point I was frustrated and furious. On the way to the van, Emma was doing a 'happy dance' and saying, "I don't have to keep this on. I don't have to keep this on!" I was trying to maintain my composure, and then I got to the van. Three cars to the left had a little goose poop. Three cars to the right had a little goose poop. My van got the majority of the goose poop. I didn't think they had control of their ass-sphincter muscles, but apparently they do, and they wanted to add to my week.
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