Ahhh Crap!

Well, this day has been crap.  Total crap.  My receptionist had to go to the hospital for a staph infection in her foot.  They admitted her.  Won't be back until Tuesday at the earliest.  Guess who's the back up receptionist?  Yup, that's me.  Can't do my own work or make outgoing calls if I'm answering receptionist calls.  I'll be so behind by next Tuesday that it'll take a week to climb out.

I was lost in my own pity party, driving home, grumbling.  Then Mom called.  There was an incident on the trampoline.  Monica's thumb may be broken, and her shoulder hurts.  Am I almost home?  ACK!  I got off the pity pot and drove like an idiot to get there.  Kevin beat me to it, though.

In the process of getting details, I find out that Natalie fell on the playground and hit her head on a wooden platform.  She has a goose egg on the back of her head.  Nobody from the school called me.  WTH???

Now, Kevin is taking Monica for X-rays, Natalie is crying intermittently out of guilt (she pulled on Monica's thumb and pinkie in some sort of game) and the dogs are driving me nuts.  I'm waiting for a phone call from Kevin.  He has strict instructions to call me when they're checked in, when he knows something, and when he heads home.  I hate this crap.  Brett had a broken leg at 5, Natalie had an elbow broken in 4 places at 4, and broke the other elbow at 5.  Monica made it to 10.  Does that mean she wins?

Broken bones, fevers, book reports, and untied shoelaces.  That's parenting.