Wednesday, June 13, 2007

The Day So Far

7:30 a.m. wake up. Bus comes at 7:25.

Pack for a field trip to a beachy/lake place.

It's fifty eight degrees and looks like rain.

7:45 a.m. drive across town, in pajamas so the boy won't miss the trip.

8:24 a.m. Phone call from his school. Which I think is the autocall thing telling us the trip was postponed. I'm in the middle of giving the girlie a bath.

8:30 a.m. Called dentist's office to cancel the boy's appointment for sealants that was to take place later this morning. Had to wait until today because the weather forecast was so iffy for the field trip.

8:35 a.m. Checked voice mail. Surprise it's his teacher. He broke a front tooth. Again!

8:36 a.m. Hang head and wonder if the 8:30 line item would be example of irony. Never sure about that one.

8:38 a.m. Leave message for teacher. As they're already on their way.

8:48 a.m. Report from teacher - he's nervous, not in pain and then I tell her what to look for - to see if the nerve is exposed. She's in her car and will have him call me.

9:09 a.m. Boy calls, no pain - silly accident. What broke was just a part of the sealants that ar covering the formerly exposed nerves. Tell boy to steer clear of popsicles and swimming.

9:14 a.m. Second guess my decision not to go pick him up or at the very least check his teeth.

9:26 a.m. Still second guessing.

9:27 a.m. Must leave for work.

5 comments:

Jennifer said...

IYE Yie Iye.. * lol is that how to spell that*

What a morning. Hope the Boy is okay and that the rest of the day turns out to be a good one.

Amy said...

wow, what a start to the day. He'll live, that's always my analysis decider...will he live? If yes, move on. If no, seek help. Pain? Well, if he can live through it... you get the idea. I know, definitely a great mom over here (remember, I'm the one who said he couldn't interrupt a Patriots playoff game unless he had been bleeding, from the head, for well over an hour...)

cady said...

what a day. i can totally relate. it's one of those mornings you just want to crawl back into bed. i hope it gets better from here!

~**Dawn**~ said...

Hey Jenny? You know it's not Monday, right? This sounds an awful lot like it should have been a Monday...

I hate second guessing myself.

blackbird said...

This is definitely a contender...

yesterday, at the usual time, I said to K: I'm going to get Youngest,
and he said: WHY WHAT'S WRONG WITH HIM?

(and, see, it was just dismissal time)