Day 3.
I'm home now. Did you think I was going to forget to blog? Quite frankly, today's late night, rather boring blog is brought to you by a miracle.
When I woke up this morning, the schedule for the day looked like this:
7:45-9:00- do school
9:00- leave for chapel
9:30-10:30- participate in chapel
10:30-12:00- drive to, and shop at, warehouse club
12:00-12:45- eat and have school
12:15- Chloe get picked up for babysitting
12:45- take Camilla and Carson to soccer
1:40-2:40 Coralynn speech class
3:00-4;00- Coralynn ballet
3:30- pick up Camilla and Carson from soccer
4:15- drop off friend after soccer
4:30- drop off Carson and Coralynn at home
4:45- take Camilla to dance
5:00-9:00 Youth Group
Ok. Not terrible.
Instead it went like this:
7:45-9:00- do school
9:00- leave for chapel
9:30-10:30- participate in chapel
10:30-12:00- pick up sick neighbor from school, pick up her mom from Spanish class, and take them both home
12:00-12:45- eat and have school
12:15- Chloe get picked up for babysitting
12:45- take Camilla and Carson to soccer
1:40-2:40 Get scary phone call from Camilla
3:00-4;00- Coralynn ballet
3:30- pick up Camilla and Carson from soccer
4:15- drop off friend after soccer
4:30- drop off Carson and Coralynn at home
4:45- take Camilla to dance
5:00-9:00 Youth Group
It's that's second change in plans that required the miracle.
As I was pulling out of the neighborhood to take Coralynn to speech, my phone range. I picked up to hear a teary Camilla tell me that she had been stung by a bee. She wanted to know whether or not to take the benadryl she carries with her. **Important note. Camilla carries an epi-pen at all times because of a bee sting allergy.** I asked her how she was feeling, and she told me that it just really hurt and itched. I told her I was on my way.
When I got there, the sting area was raised and swollen, but it was definitely not as bad as the reaction that earned her the epi-pen. I told her to take some benadryl and to rest for a minute. She complied. 15 minutes later, she was back to soccer practice and all was well. The end.
No harm. No foul. Except I think it took a year off my life.
When I woke up this morning, the schedule for the day looked like this:
7:45-9:00- do school
9:00- leave for chapel
9:30-10:30- participate in chapel
10:30-12:00- drive to, and shop at, warehouse club
12:00-12:45- eat and have school
12:15- Chloe get picked up for babysitting
12:45- take Camilla and Carson to soccer
1:40-2:40 Coralynn speech class
3:00-4;00- Coralynn ballet
3:30- pick up Camilla and Carson from soccer
4:15- drop off friend after soccer
4:30- drop off Carson and Coralynn at home
4:45- take Camilla to dance
5:00-9:00 Youth Group
Ok. Not terrible.
Instead it went like this:
7:45-9:00- do school
9:00- leave for chapel
9:30-10:30- participate in chapel
10:30-12:00- pick up sick neighbor from school, pick up her mom from Spanish class, and take them both home
12:00-12:45- eat and have school
12:15- Chloe get picked up for babysitting
12:45- take Camilla and Carson to soccer
1:40-2:40 Get scary phone call from Camilla
3:00-4;00- Coralynn ballet
3:30- pick up Camilla and Carson from soccer
4:15- drop off friend after soccer
4:30- drop off Carson and Coralynn at home
4:45- take Camilla to dance
5:00-9:00 Youth Group
It's that's second change in plans that required the miracle.
As I was pulling out of the neighborhood to take Coralynn to speech, my phone range. I picked up to hear a teary Camilla tell me that she had been stung by a bee. She wanted to know whether or not to take the benadryl she carries with her. **Important note. Camilla carries an epi-pen at all times because of a bee sting allergy.** I asked her how she was feeling, and she told me that it just really hurt and itched. I told her I was on my way.
When I got there, the sting area was raised and swollen, but it was definitely not as bad as the reaction that earned her the epi-pen. I told her to take some benadryl and to rest for a minute. She complied. 15 minutes later, she was back to soccer practice and all was well. The end.
No harm. No foul. Except I think it took a year off my life.
Comments
Grandma's aren't good at "scary phone calls" from the Little Blonde Girl!! Glad everything is OK.
Kris