Ellen has her last marching band competition tomorrow in Mason, OH. If they do well in the AM, they'll stay for the finals in the PM. And Marci has her first basketball game to cheer at in the AM too. She's been benched for it though - and it's my fault :(
Last Wednesday she was home sick from school. I left work about 11:15 am for a funeral and got back about 2:15 pm, planning to stay late and get the newsletter done. Marci calls from home to remind me that Ellen is waiting on me to pick her up afterschool for bloodwork at the hospital today -YIKES! So I race home, grab Marci & the paperwork I need for El. We get Ellen's bloodwork done (long ordeal since it involved needles and Ellen getting WAYYYYY too worked up about it!) We got her some drive-thru food and took her to band practice. Then took Marci to PromtMed to see what she had. An hour or so later, it turns out, nothing that needed Rx - that's good. Just a cold or something and she should start feeling better in a day or two. We finally get home, it was about 7pm or so by then. Went to tuck in the chickens for bed, and two are missing -- one is a favorite! After searching 30 minutes or so, we find them, but a predator got them. Dug a hole and buried what was left of one, nothing left but a pile of feathers for the other. Decided not to go back to work and finish up the newsletter at this point, since it's after 8pm. Ellen gets home from practice and we all go to bed and call it a day.
What did I forget???? I didn't call the cheer coach to tell her Marci wouldn't be at practice.
So, she gets a strike and is benched for the game tomorrow, and it's my fault. Yeah, I'll pass on that Mother of the Year trophy for now! I see their point and I get that rules are rules - but I wish there was some compassion for the suck day we had and how I just *might* not have had the best grasp on all that I should have been doing in addition to all that I was doing.
Ok, rant over. Feeling a little better? Well, no not really. Especially since one of our favorite chickies is gone to chicken heaven. It was Silver Belle - the one with the twisted frame, probably a birth defect. But she was sweet and loved to come to you for treats. She would always come to the sound of my voice - even when I wasn't calling her. We were on the deck playing cards once and the kids saw her at the foot of the stairs, baffled about how to get to my voice through this "wall" (since she can't see much because of her poof, it looked like a wall to her!) silly girl!
Last Wednesday she was home sick from school. I left work about 11:15 am for a funeral and got back about 2:15 pm, planning to stay late and get the newsletter done. Marci calls from home to remind me that Ellen is waiting on me to pick her up afterschool for bloodwork at the hospital today -YIKES! So I race home, grab Marci & the paperwork I need for El. We get Ellen's bloodwork done (long ordeal since it involved needles and Ellen getting WAYYYYY too worked up about it!) We got her some drive-thru food and took her to band practice. Then took Marci to PromtMed to see what she had. An hour or so later, it turns out, nothing that needed Rx - that's good. Just a cold or something and she should start feeling better in a day or two. We finally get home, it was about 7pm or so by then. Went to tuck in the chickens for bed, and two are missing -- one is a favorite! After searching 30 minutes or so, we find them, but a predator got them. Dug a hole and buried what was left of one, nothing left but a pile of feathers for the other. Decided not to go back to work and finish up the newsletter at this point, since it's after 8pm. Ellen gets home from practice and we all go to bed and call it a day.
What did I forget???? I didn't call the cheer coach to tell her Marci wouldn't be at practice.
So, she gets a strike and is benched for the game tomorrow, and it's my fault. Yeah, I'll pass on that Mother of the Year trophy for now! I see their point and I get that rules are rules - but I wish there was some compassion for the suck day we had and how I just *might* not have had the best grasp on all that I should have been doing in addition to all that I was doing.
Ok, rant over. Feeling a little better? Well, no not really. Especially since one of our favorite chickies is gone to chicken heaven. It was Silver Belle - the one with the twisted frame, probably a birth defect. But she was sweet and loved to come to you for treats. She would always come to the sound of my voice - even when I wasn't calling her. We were on the deck playing cards once and the kids saw her at the foot of the stairs, baffled about how to get to my voice through this "wall" (since she can't see much because of her poof, it looked like a wall to her!) silly girl!
This was Silver Belle as a little chick, about 5 weeks old. We'll miss you pretty girl!
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