Some fun highlights from my weekend:
* Corey got up with the kids and let me sleep late on Saturday. Love him.
* He left to go help his brother on the farm.
* He's just called to tell me he's there and Sophie comes to talk to me. Her eye looks like this...
Pink, swollen... I'm thinking it looks a lot like pinkeye.
Until...
I pull her eyelid down and it's all goopy, jelly like, almost looks like her eyeball is swollen. Gross.
fyi: I took these pictures to email to my mom (aka: Dr. Mom)* It's 12:30 pm on Saturday. The Immediate Care Clinic is only open until 12:00.
* I call my next door neighbor, Dana, who is a nurse. No answer.
* I call my other neighbor, Carol, who is a mom of 5, and ask her to come look at it and give me her Dr. Mom opinion. She doesn't think it looks good.
* I call our doctor friend, Mr. Lee. No answer.
(Turns out he was the one working the Immediate Care Clinic) * I email pictures to my mom and while talking to her think of one more person to call. Jill, our soon-to-be pediatric nurse practitioner
(she's transferring to the clinic here), her sister is one of my best friends, and I've had 2 of her daughters in my class (fyi: Emily is
one of the 7)
* We go to Jill's house, she diagnoses it and calls us in a prescription. And then wouldn't accept anything other than a thank you.
Thank you, Jill. You're the best! *************************************************************
* Sunday morning: Corey has to work. I planned on just staying home, since there is no Kid's Worship or Sunday School during the month of August and Sophie looks like she has pinkeye. But remembered I had 2 months worth of tithing that I kept forgetting to put in the offering. (June and July. Since I should now be tithing for August, I figure I ought to get them there.)
* Decide at the last minute to get everyone around. We're dressed, ready to go, and actually going to be somewhat on time (not as late as we usually are)
* Hurrying to get to church, crossing Main Street, I come to an almost complete stop, zip across, and realize that the car coming towards me is... a cop car. Crap.
* He turns, follows me, rides on my bumper for a few blocks, then finally turns on his lights. As he's slowly creeping up to my window, cautiously looking in the back seat (at my 2 children, buckled in their car seats) it occurs to me... I don't have my driver's license. Crap. Again. (I did have our church bag, filled with books, crayons, stickers and gum to keep these little people occupied during a service with no Kid's Worship. But no purse or driver's license.)
* He was very nice and ended up letting me off with a warning. Whether it was because he felt sorry for me, or because he felt bad giving me a ticket while I am obviously on my way to church, or because I name dropped our next door neighbor/police detective, I'll never know. (In my defense, I only name dropped while saying, "No, I'm sorry, I don't have my license. But I live next door to _______. He could vouch for me."
* Finally made it to church, not even close to on time now. By the time the service was done, it is pouring rain. Since I have no nice hubby with me who will go get the car and pull it up to the door for us, I run through the rain with 2 children, who manage to find and splash in every huge puddle.
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* Sunday afternoon: Sweet hubby sends me off with some girlfriends to go see this:
After 2 attempts to see it, both sold out, I finally got to watch it.
Loved it.
Want the DVD.
Want the soundtrack.
So much fun.
A perfect girl's night.
