My Real Life

So, I’m at work and I get a call from the school nurse at Monkey Girl’s school.

She took a spill on the playground and cut her knee pretty badly.  It was bleeding quite a bit, and was deep.

Also, the nurse wasn’t sure that she had gotten all of the gravel out.

Ick.

The nurse suggested I take her to the ER.

When I got to the school, Monkey Girl was waiting for me, and I knew, as soon as I looked at her that she was holding in the tears for the public audience.  So, I chatted with the nurse, quickly, signed her out and we left.

Let’s face it…the girl has had a rough couple of days.

First the girls on the bus.  Then, she finds out that Monkey in the Middle lost a charm I had given her (why she gave it to him, I’m not sure).  She woke up late this morning and had to change her shirt because Monkey in the Middle gave her a big snuggly hug and got snot on her sleeve and it wouldn’t come out.  And, when she fell, she got mud all over her fake pink Uggs from Target…her favorite shoes.

She deserved to let loose with a few tears.

No sooner were we in the hallway than the tears started.

I asked if it hurt, and she said “a little,” but that she was crying because she was nervous they were going to give her stitches.

Poor pumpkin cried all the way to the hospital.  We held hands (a little awkward since she sits in the backseat, but it’s what you do when your baby is crying) and got there eventually.

They checked us in, gave us a room, and we waited.

The doctor came in, checked the wound, poked around a bit, declared it gravel-free and not stitch worthy, gave us a few packets of Bacitracin and stuck on a big bandage, and we were good to go.

Once she realized there would be no shots or needles, Monkey Girl was all about the smiles.

We were discharged, picked up the boys, and went to ShopRite to do the shopping for next week.

I won’t say the kids took advantage of the fact that I was exhausted, physically and emotionally but we left ShopRite with 3 boxes of PopTarts, 2 packages of ShopRite bakery cookies, a bag of Pepperidge Farm Milano cookies, and a box of Entenmann’s doughnuts. (See my Grocery Goal page, for the full report on today’s trip to ShopRite).

Gotta tell you…if I have to go to the ER, this is the type of trip I’d prefer to have. 

No pain, no trauma, no real injury or illness.

As for Monkey Girl…she seems to have forgotten all about it.

Ah…youth.