First, we have had no word from the game commission about my baby bat. I can only hope that no news is good news. If it were diseased then surely they would let us know because we obviously have a nest somewhere nearby. I think about him a lot though. And I think everyone is right that I do need something to nurture and so my husband and I have discussed getting me a new pet. I think I’m going to get a pet rat. They are smart, clean, trainable, and very loving when taken care of properly.
Second, oh the chaos reigns around here. My husband left for Georgia last night with his step-father to collect his stepbrother’s remains and property. It was a hard good-bye even though he’s only going to be gone about 3 days. In the 12 years we’ve been together, married almost 10 of them, we have only been separated once and then he was only two hours away being trained for his job. My daughter cried herself to sleep last night, but she seems to be doing better today. We’ve texted and talked throughout the night and today. But it’s hard to be away from him.
Today, all was going well. I went to the school for my daughter’s library time. Things were going normally. At 3:00 though, all hell broke loose. I got a call from the school nurse. There was something lodged in my son’s ear. He couldn’t come home on the bus and I had to take him to the doc or ER immediately. I flew to the school and picked up my kids and then zoomed over to the doctor’s office. On the way to the doctor’s office, my muffler fell off of my van. I backed up to where it was and used to pillows that were in the van as pot holders because the thing was steaming hot. We got to the doctor’s office, sounding like the van was going to blow up the entire way, and the doctor managed to get the thing out of my son’s ear. It was a piece of foam rubber.
Back home. Got my son ready for his dance class and his grandmother came to take him. Now I have to make my daughter some dinner because she has dance classes from 5:30 to 7:30.
I just want to crawl in bed and pull the covers over my head. But, of course, I can’t and I won’t. Gotta cook and get my daughter to dance. And then my son will be home and I will cook for him. And then pick my daughter up from dance, bath the boy, and hopefully get them to bed without too many arguments.
Tomorrow I will take my van over to our mechanic and hopefully he can just put the muffler back on. I hate to tempt fate, but what else can happen?