10 am- Parent teacher conferences. BabyGirl is doing very well. Needs to work on her popcorn words (sight words), she's not reversing numbers and letters as badly, reading is very good. Mother is relieved. Talked to Pre-K teacher for a few minutes about her new baby, Bitsy, and #1 Son joining her class next year. She's been asking me to enroll him all year (she wants that boy in her class). I want to wait until he's 4.
10:30 am- Home to pick up Husband and kids. Head to town. Realize 8 miles from the house, I've left sippy cups and diapers at home. Never mind...onward to get it over with.
11 am- Dropped off at Wal-Mart by Husband with B.B. & #1 Son in tow and massive shopping list. Husband and BabyGirl drive off in rain to get horse feed. Drop off long list of prescription refills at pharmacy, notice B.B. is looking a tad peaked, head off to grocery shop.
12:15 pm- Leave Wal-Mart with a much heaver van & lighter checking account (& a new pillow for me). Listen to 2 older kids cry because we are not going to get them ducklings and chicks at Rural King (we were going to, but their behavior in the check out line lost them that privilege). Realize B.B. is no longer peaked, but flat out sick. Head to McDonalds. Let the kids have ice cream and french fries for lunch (a fairly rare treat & their behavior was much improved after the check out incident).
12:40 pm- BabyGirl informs us she loves us all the way up to God.
12:50 pm- Home. Unload 8 million bags of groceries. BabyGirl lets Lilly out of her kennel (a job she is only allowed if told to), Husband luckily catches Lilly before she bolts out the door. Discover B.B.'s temp is 103.7. Give him Motrin & bowl of grapes. Pay bills. Talk to Daddy.
1:50 pm- After packing Husband's lunch & putting away the 8 million bags of groceries, set down with BabyGirl to do her homework for the last 2 days she's missed school.
3:00 pm- Cut out news paper pictures and articles about BabyGirl & Uncle E's girls. Re-dress kids to take news paper clippings to Uncle E's girls (they are in softball). By this time B.B. is fine.
5:00 pm- Round kids up to head back to the house with Carrie Underwood CD borrowed from Beffie and Charlie & the Chocolate Factory DVD borrowed from RL. Can't find Pirates of the Caribbean II.
5:20 pm- Finally make it back to the house (1 mile away) and discover message on machine from Husband. "Call soon. Truck battery dead" (new battery...bought last summer). Call Uncle E to see if they'll keep kids again.
6:00 pm- Get to C***P to get battery from Husband. Head to F'field (small town nearby I've only been to 4 times in 10 years...know nothing about) to Wal-Mart to exchange defective battery.
6:30 pm- Told by tech in auto dept. that battery is fine.
7:15 pm- Give Husband back battery & watch as he hooks it up & tuck turns over on first try.
7:45 pm- Get back to Uncle E's to find B.B. asleep on living room floor, burning up. Begin to get kids rounded up again.
8:30 pm- Finally get back to house. Bathe kids, feed BabyGirl, take temps (B.B.'s is 100.4 now), give meds. Husband calls. Says set alarm for 1:30 am- if he's not home, call MIL to set with kids & head after him. If he makes it home, he'll shut it off. Call QM tell her to start praying the truck makes it home. Read bedtime stories. Tuck in VERY tired kids.
9:30 pm- Log on to Internet. Check emails, blog, eat, watch Pirates (which NM found on my second trip back to Uncle E's).
If you read this tonight, please pray that Husband's truck starts and makes it home. I really don't want to go for a late night/early morning drive.
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1:36 am, Saturday (written at 7am) - I awoke with a start and nearly panicked when I realized the alarm didn't go off. That's when I noticed that Husband was in bed next to me asleep. I had to look over top of him to see the clock. Go figure. I was just glad he made it home. Today he'll drive the van to work so he doesn't get stranded again.
Thanks for praying!
1 comment:
Praying farm boy makes it home without you having to rescue him!
And that you get some sleep tonight. What a busy day!!!!!
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