A Day in the Life...

Started to send this tonight by email just to a couple of my friends...but decided I laughed way too much writing it and then rereading and rereading it again not to share with the rest of you.

so Jen my sweet saint friend who has come out in the evenings to help me the past few nights since I've been sick, comes to knock on my door this evening with a tie dye kit in her hand a frazzled look on her face and a "is this toxic?" to which I replied, well heck I don't know and looked down to see a 4 year old Fernando with hot pink hands, hot pink lips...well you get the point. so I asked him...Fernando did you drink this?? NO. Fernando did you eat this?? NO. I said let me see your tongue, yep HOT PINK. I said Fernando your lips and your tongue are this color and pointed to the bottle did you drink this?? NO. Ohhhhhh really. I said Fernando your stomach is probably this color did you drink this. NO. Let's just say he's in training for failing every lie detector test ever given. So...I tried to call Gayle our doctor friend couldn't get through to her. Got ahold of Jen my friend the nurse who was taking her little girl to the potty in Wal Mart and I'm frantic wondering whether I have a child who has just drank poison and whether or not I should totally freak or not...and she's sounding a bit frantic herself as she's trying to talk to me and take her sweet little Abby to the bathroom...she told me she had no idea whether tie dye was toxic...why would she, I'm sure it's not every day your child drinks tie dye...we remind each other that we love each other and that I will call back sometime soon to talk but tonight ain't it...call some mom's I know can't get a hold of a single one, including mine...finally the poison control center dawns on me, it's an 800 number I can't call those from here on my phone...so I call my good friend Donna and I say somewhat in a panic hey can you do me a huge favor and call the poison control center for me, could tell she was thinking about saying what, why, what happened all those normal reaction questions and stopped herself and said sure, i gave her the number told her i'd call her back in a few minutes. called her back she said how old is he, how much did he drink, what kind of tie dye was it (I HAVE NO IDEA it's just here in some tie dye bottles), she tells the lady, the lady asks for my phone number tells donna she'll call me...donna tells me to call her back if I haven't heard from her in 3 minutes or so...so when I haven't heard from her in about 15 I call her back, Donna tells me that she has the country code wrong, she'll give it to her again and to call her back if I haven't heard from her and so I still haven't heard from her but in the meantime Gina Larios has talked to her parents who are doctors and she's called me back to tell me to give him lots of milk...so I head toward the showers with the girls. About the time they got their clothes off and stepped into the shower my phone rings and I don't have reception in the bathroom so I step back into their bedroom to talk to the poison control center lady who is extremely kind and katty and monica (the sisters) are waiting for me in the shower...i hear giggling never a good sign...hang up with the poison control center walk back into the bathroom and they have my conditioner all over the shower floor sliding in it everywhere and in the back corner of the shower is this other little pile that someone has deposited...known to all of us as "poo poo." To which I said, who poo poo'd in the shower? Monica looks up at me with this huge grin and says yo, which means ME. So they have not only conditioner all over them but Monica's diarrhea poo poo. ALL over them!! Have I mentioned that my stomach is weak in the first place but that I'm just getting over the yuck's...so we made it through, I cleaned them up and put them in bed and now that you have read about one hour of my evening, I hope your evenings seem so bountifully blessed to not have tie dyed tummies and poop conditioner showers. :):)

And even now...after this day in the life of Jen and her brood...I love them more than my life!! Crazy how that happens.

Blessings...