Through a miracle, a freak accident, or some COSMIC FORCE, I happened to be fully dressed when I received a knock at the door. It was my daughter's friend, our neighbor, who was frantically reporting that my daughter had been injured and THAT THE AMBULANCE WAS ON ITS WAY.
We interrupt this boring blog to make the following announcement: Daughter is fine. She got whacked in the head with a glass bottle during a WATER FIGHT, the details of which may NEVER BE KNOWN, but the bottom line is after some ice to the head and a check of all her vitals, she's fine (we wish the same could be said for her mother). There was no blood, just a big goose egg. We now return to the regularly scheduled boring blog, already in progress.
Now, just to set the stage here, on any given Sunday evening I might STILL BE IN MY PAJAMAS. I also break out into hives if there is any disruption--however slight-- to my routine (by routine I mean AVOIDING HOUSEWORK AT ALL COSTS.) So to have a person at the front door announcing THE ARRIVAL OF AN AMBULANCE TO ATTEND TO MY DAUGHTER, was certainly, shall we say, unsettling.
I'd like to share a few tips I learned in this whole experience:
1. Keep a Tic Tac or a stick of gum in your purse AT ALL TIMES. When you are called all of a sudden to interact with Emergency Medical Technicians at close proximity, the stick of gum or tic tac will prevent their eyes from rolling back in their head due to your lack of dental hygiene. (Hey, at leastI wasn't wearing my pajamas, give me SOME credit.)
2. Flip flops may SEEM to be a quick and easy shoe to put on in a crisis, but when you are sitting in your neighbor's living room and have ROOSTER SPURS coming from your heels, you will not be able to focus on providing accurate details to the EMT's. (If dental hygiene is low on the priority list today, foot care is not even on the radar screen.)
3. When you have not bathed in 24 hours, don't make it a point of hugging on the little girl who is your daughter's friend. Between the breath, the rooster spurs and your overall odor, with greasy hair in a ponytail added to the overall mix, let's just say we don't want to traumatize her--or anyone--any more. Your daughter is used to it, but the friend just isn't.
Like I said, it could have been worse. I was NOT wearing pajamas.
With all my love to my precious baby girl (not so baby but always my baby),